early morning br how can birds be seen inside this room? br how can an agnostic be so definite about br the blueness of the skies? br br early morning br there is no sun here br where i have sacrificed so much br about writing br br and i think of you br because i have loved you br br such thoughts br grow flowers in the fertile fields of my tongue br my eyes become suns br my ears twin mountains br from my palms birds nest and lay their egss br in my heart br another universe is born br br inside this room br the door shall not be openedbr br RIC S.