Who will **** us children forever
Cover the cheeks of this world with tears
With horror
With fear
To stand at the portals of the tomb,
The vestibule of eternity
Consigned to eternal damnation
A gulph of devouring flames
In and beyond oneself and the universe.

Gypsy

Eyes -
Everywhere,
Hands -
Waiting..

She wanders absentmindedly,
She lights a cigarette in a cafe,
Concern rivets her to the ground and self
Her wings are clipped
A thousand fine bonds tie her to the Earth
In this headiness of freedom and discovery
Her spirit in an empty sky
Unique and sovereign..

She must
Find the world anew
Become a creator,
A free movement of transcendence.

Gypsy

In his frail dark boat
He sailed the wine
The red seas of his mother's blood
Sailed the borders between brothers
Every incarnated soul on this planet
The benediction of a pristine pedigree
Life, and death, and all that spanned between
Twisting in his life
Foredoomed to swell to our cold disregard
Society spinning their blood-red mazes
Where the threads of men's lives are spun.

Gypsy.

When something breathes beside you in the dark
Swallowed up in being
Some huge thing at rest
The stillness from which the mystic approaches
An abstract and negative
As king - as Warrior
Inside our own head
Opaque by its very fullness
Like Lucifer in Meredith's sonnet
A deep and noble source in the mind
The inward unity of its spirit
The living fountain of divine energy
This spatio-temporal Nature
Moving in space and time.

Gypsy

We are the centuries
We have your Eoliths
Your Pompeii
Your Caesars
We have your ****** hatchets
Your Hiroshima's.
We bury your dead
  
Feel pain
Give birth
Seek manhood
Taste a little godhood
With blood-stained vestments
Our mindless anguish amid the rubble
We march in spite of Hell..

Gypsy

Imagine this formless, liquid abyss
When the world is taken back, and monsters rule the trees
Ineffable dimensions, depths upon depths
Stumbling into confusion
The first cosmic day
God's Child soul
Living words passing from generation to generation
In a tone tinged with melancholy
The moan of doves and the feathers of ecstasy
This fathomless, multi-dimensional matrix.
Searches the skies of the realms below.

Gypsy

Our posturings
Our imagined self-importance
In our obscurity
This vastness
The great enveloping cosmic dark
The endless cruelties
How fervent their hatred
Their rivers of blood
Challenged by this point of pale light
This Earth
Where we make our stand.

Gypsy