Did we run out of things or just a name for you?
Above us the sun doubles its acclaim for you.
Negative sun or negative shade pulled from the ground …
and the image brought in one ornate frame for you.
At my every word they cry, “Who the hell are you?”
What would you reply if they thus sent Fame to you?
What a noise the sentences make writing themselves—
Here’s every word that we used as a flame for you.