.	lines written a few hours   before learning that d.a.levy   had shot himself to death we stalk out one night into the stars wandering like a loose wind following trains beyond reach and the quest that blankets the land today we paid a visit bringing a lone book and a suitcase but no one was home battling a private war we could not aid the poems burn like brown leaves the ashes scatter over this city that refused their spring and now accepts their death i go to my room and stare at a painting given in destruction four years ago when my life was also shared he who tonight breaks apart with me and who also destroys like me and too late tries to gather what we can't live without my thoughts jump and grab that dream of motion beyond desire fate passing like a movie scene after scene with no end only bridges and rails and endless oceans of night - Kent Taylor Cleveland, Ohio