"Let me tell you a little something about love.
It's in the grain. When you turn the barrel
at high noon and the sand is in your nostrils and
the sun spits gold from the creases. It's there.
It's in the leather. When it traps the white
red stitched rocket powered rabbit
like a black and tan cage and
crushes it to death. It's there.
It's in the two seam. When you watch it
from wind up to release and
read the whirl and hear the breeze
crossing tree tops and
everything
slows down
everything busts apart and
you can see clear through to the heart of deep space. It's there."
