You are so serious, as if br a glacier spoke in your ear br or you had to walk through br the great gate of Kiev br to get to the living room. br br I worry about this because I br love you. As if it weren't grotesque br enough that we live in hydrogen br and breathe like atomizers, you br have to think I'm a great architect! br br and you float regally by on your br incessant escalator, calm, a jungle queen. br Thinking it a steam shovel. Looking br a little uneasy. But you are yourself br again, yanking silver beads off your neck. br br Remember, the Russian Easter Overture br is full of bunnies. Be always high, br full of regard and honor and lanolin. Oh br ride horseback in pink linen, be happy! br and ride with your beads on, because it rains.