Thus, like the skin br of a shorn ewe, the day rises. br br It is difficult to skin the self from a stone. br It is difficult to skin memory from a Greek. br br But why should we talk about these! br After all, br light too has a skin, br light too can be skinned... br So br light too is guilty of being. br br A gust of fresh air br comes with the millenium. br We are beautiful; br why should we not be beautiful? br br We eat one another br only from hunger, br from adoration, br from structure, br from love. br It doesn't matter. br We are what we are, br that is, beautiful. br br I carry my ever still blood br in my heart. br I carry my ever salt tear br in my eye. br br I carry the angel in the middle of heaven.