when hair falls off and eyes blur And br thighs forget(when clocks whisper br and night shouts)When minds br shrivel and hearts grow brittler every br Instant(when of a morning Memory stands, br with clumsily wilted fingers br emptying youth colour and what was br into a dirtied glass)Pills for Ills br (a recipe against Laughing Virginity Death) br br then dearest the br way trees are made leaves br open Clouds take sun mountains br stand And oceans do Not sleep matters br nothing;then(then the only hands so to speak are br they always which creep budgingly over some br numbered face capable of a largest nonglance the br least unsmile br or whatever weeds feel and fish think of)br br Edward Estlin Cummingsbr br