Forever the flowers and soil laugh, br Loveliness created me now br In forms of words and oceans. br The sea of grass manufactures br The mandibles of my beetle. br I am my beetle and I dine br On the heavenly clay. br Such flowers on earth are unequal, br For this time moments are made to me br Like the oceans and lands of sin. br Worst crimes fall in the row br And so ranks-and-files submit br To the flowerbeds, the florets, br And the plants of green leaves.