Back in my human sex, there is a hole I'll speak of just to you, my loving page. No one believes it's there except the trees that bend over the abyss with purple roots full of sugar. No one has touched me there. The ferris wheels that arch back toward the sun, the happy crowds that get society done, and history, have never touched me there. Rocks fell in the abyss, were broken there.
Seeds sprout there.
No one will come by and see until the tops of the high, current trees grow level with the forest. Then he'll come. He'll fall right in, but we'll get nothing done. We'll tie him up and feed him sugared water, and plan to keep him till we get a daughter. I've never seen it done.