<tate's "wait for me"> 2006-08-16.2:30 p.m. Wait For Me James Tate A dream of life a dream of birth a dream of moving from one world into another All night dismantling the synapses unplugging the veins and arteries... Hello I am a cake of soap dissolving in a warm bath A train with no windows and no doors a lover with no eyes for his mask --inside is the speed of life Who can doubt the worth of it each letter written is obsolete before it finds its friend Our life is shorter now full of chaotic numbers which never complete a day It will be the same as it has always been and you are right to pack your heart in ice if you believe this. back /& forth /& frosting names are often sad