Rewritten: Kora in Hell: Improvisations II By William Carlos

When you hang your head on the tree you do not expect to see stars and them trailing in the dark. Nor would you expect to keep your ghost clean by putting fire in a vase. However and of course if you are pure, innocent, clean and the like going under your shell every minute in the hour you would not leave off the stains and expect to handle a handful of ghosts without at least mopping yourself on a sea, well as it may be. Then how will you expect a fairly trickle of wonders to follow you through the abyss of this death without—oh, come let us walk together into the air awhile first. One must be held to much faithful doubt before his pleas are
tuned to these gods. You see there is a valley of the dead between us. You think you can come up from your gross debt of these gods and at a gesture fling it all off and put run in silver to my enduring tips. Ah, it is not that I do not plead for you, always!

Younglan