because in words pictures voices heard notes sung
there is that unexpected shiver that runs up my spine,
i realize i've forgotten to breathe for a minute & it's got
to be the closest thing to touching heaven when we are
here on earth: like the face of your child the wisdom of
those who care for you the hand of your true love it is
the treasure of the eternal in the land of those who live
that's why art
cocteau's attache case:
