A lone man refracted his black hat thru the shouting of a rain
         SPLATTERED
window,

             His body in awful night,
      (crouching under the church cross) and
Contempt
                  
                     Impatient

He g-roans
            An incoherent dog call
Whistling wildly thru the manifested dusk

Illegitimate daughter,
              Your slow smile

Drips (slides idly thru, with-in instants) calls willfully into the ancient night
Where (abouts) of your reference do you wish to fear?
                        Hunt


                          Me.

I will not go,
Will not fear in the eye of fear
for
Terror is blind,
It wanders madly and finds those
who care for it

Pale walls,
Shadow figures cast by the prison sky
o'er the trees

Emerald streams and
bronze, sunbaked trees
      Golden arches
embedded in our hair.
And call to you the serenade of nature, the trees howled,
In perfect equilibrium
                                   My solumn,
                             secluded daydream.
Fixated on the absence of time,
The loss of structure
and chaos so beautifully aligned.

To script a mental
play on reality,
Is to conjure figurative personas-
or perhaps just imagination

Something that surpasses the grasp of people more and more,
What good is the property of imagination if its use is
ignored and put on recall for some new mind to discover?

In the face of defeat
she shrugs her shoulders
and,
With a sigh,
Conforms my heart around her
golden breast
Devouring all consciousness,
Until I am bound
freely to her will