O period of youth! Ever-push’d elasticity! O manhood, balanced, full and florid.
My enthusiasts suffocate me personally, Crowding my lips, dense when you look at the skin skin skin pores of my epidermis, Jostling me through streets and public halls, coming nude in my opinion through the night, Crying by time, Ahoy! Through the stones for the river, moving and chirping over my mind, Calling my title from flower-beds, vines, tangled underbrush, Lighting on every minute of my entire life, Bussing my human body with soft balsamic busses, Noiselessly moving handfuls from their hearts and providing them with to be mine.