After Rilke, you please keep looking under the stars and beyond or under old man’s bed. Eyelashes have hid women. Gently raise them to stars of a night by a pale moon.
Some are jasmines to bud on the blouse back’s night, with its stars flowering yet. Old jasmines are a history of washer-man’s laundry. Smell a washed out pocket.
Chase after old man Rilke .Keep looking a star beyond or under the old man’s bed.