I’m holding these eyes. These tired eyes. These tired eyes
Contained in me a weak block of sensation ties.
You together, or rather me, I should say give it
double the life, the toil, the trouble to live
Anything is nothing when all that’s been had is everything.
“Continually continuing continuity all that’s ahead, behind…” is nothing.
Anything is nothing when all that’s been dreamt is everything.
Anything, anything, simple things, dead things… anything.
I’ve given these eyes a bath, these red eyes, these red eyes
The heavenly countenance enraged in me by old glassy eyes
“Oh, I’ve crossed the Ande’s mountains high and felt the waiting peaceful tide
And just as extremely have I gone down in an ocean trench to peacefully drown.”
Nothing is everything when all that’s been remembered is anything.
“Continually I have seen this certain continuity continuing everything.
Nothing is everything when all that’s been remembered is anything.

So long 2-pointed South America
So long your happy fools, your clowns
So long green, green America
As long as you’re around.