Is it life or is it "littèrature"?

I'm afraid it's going to be life. Otherwise - too boring. Or - too difficult?

My oh my I'm trying so hard to figure this out. There's no rhythm yet. The echoes of the past are overwhelming the peeping of the little chicks.

Why do I have to start escapades in the fall? Red leaves say now to me. My skeleton gets stiffened with structural frost. These blazes start up in bronze bowls lined up three by three so I can warm my hands there.

"Decant the fire" because it is interesting the contrast between decanting wine and decanting fire. Fire purifies, what happens when we purify fire? What are the dregs of fire? And the image is beautiful, a stream of falling fiery wine.

"The two gardens" because a poet read it. I couldn't hear most of the poem but I've been thinking about the two gardens over and over. The garden of Eden and the garden of ? The secret garden of the uncanonized. Eve's back door.

I really would not scorn some answers to any of these questions.