Strenuous Briefness

Felt like reading a little e.e. cummings poetry tonight. I'll share.

into the strenuous briefness
Life:
handorgans and April
darkness,friends

i charge laughing
Into the hair-thin tints
of yellow dawn,
into the women-coloured twilight.

i smilingly
glide.    I
into the big vermilion departure
swim,sayingly;

(Do you think?)the
i do,world
is probably made
of roses & hello:

(of solongs and,ashes)