What a girl called "the dailiness of life"

    （Adding an errand to your errand.  Saying，

    "Since you're up . . ." Making you a means to

    A means to a means to） is well water

    Pumped from an old well at the bottom of the world.

    The pump you pump the water from is rusty

    And hard to move and absurd， a squirrel-wheel

    A sick squirrel turns slowly， through the sunny

    Inexorable hours.  And yet sometimes

    The wheel turns of its own weight， the rusty

    Pump pumps over your sweating face the clear

    Water， cold， so cold！ you cup your hands

    And gulp from them the dailiness of life.