Joie De Vivre

famishing the craving
A dull head among windy spaces.

Signs are taken for wonders. 'We would see a sign!'
The word within a word, unable to speak a word,
Swaddled with darkness. In the juvescence of the year
Came Christ the tiger

In depraved May...

-T. S. Eliot, "Gerontion"

Stanford undergrad looking for some kind of respite.