O dear sweet rosy br unattainable desire br ...how sad, no way br to change the mad br cultivated asphodel, the br visible reality... br br and skin's appalling br petals--how inspired br to be so Iying in the living br room drunk naked br and dreaming, in the absence br of electricity... br over and over eating the low root br of the asphodel, br gray fate... br br rolling in generation br on the flowery couch br as on a bank in Arden-- br my only rose tonite's the treat br of my own nudity.