Antebellum;
Cotton blows in the black south,
Spitting soul from black Caesar's mouth.

Wind of song and wind that moans,
Wind that howls from buried bones.

Wind of truth and wind that rains,
Wind of dying in broken chains.

Little boats
Examine the time -
Their sails go shifting
As the wind goes searching,
And the world's out waiting for me.

With their bodies bright
As sunlight broken
From it's steely chains,
The doors of heaven gaping,
With the bottom of the sea shaking,
And the the little boats sink and rise,
Sink and rise again.

Look,
Ten eyes.
Tenno.


Lightning gods sheltered,
Look:
See ten arms.

9
9
9
90
9
All faces,
All disarmed.

My cat had nine lives,
But spent every one with me.

Those eyes see nothing
But what's just in front of them.

He had this kindness you couldn't escape-
Not like human kindness,
Because there were no thoughts behind it.

Cats don't feel pain
But the pain of death.

I am the beginning
And I am the end.

Between two hurricanes of light,
And the flashing muses dancing in
the Arcadian sun;
Between two deserts white as bone,
Between two furnaces, hell and heaven.

I am the one eye and the one body.
I am the one truth and gilded soul.

Of twenty-million royal days,
Of infinite stars dripping in the infinite void,
Of savage movements through the destiny of fortune,
Of ecstasy infernal in the marauding mind,
Of hauntings ecstatic through the inaudible gears,
Of arms of ocean and pillars of men,
Of mountains made dust by the breath of time.

I am oblivion without name,
I am the eagle perched on the dying elephant.

With height insurmountable,
With tongues of fire they speak for me.
With love beyond love beyond love,
They practice me.
They go, and I leave them.
They see, and I see them.

I am they as you are,
I am you through the abyss of eternal life.

Lord of infinity ten times twelve,
And the worlds collapsing and the world rebuilt,
One with all,
All patient and
All being.

I am in ad infinitude,
For deaths in ice
And paradise everlasting.

Hear what is said,
And live what is said.
Lord of infinity ten times twelve.

I am the secret of secrets,
Hidden where even truth cannot see.

All things collapse in me,
And rise again.
Awake and be happy;
I am the beginning
And                                                             ­                                                          I am the end.

Buddha's hand has five fingers,
And Jesus had five too.

We walk where dead men walk,
And we think with minds of ash.

Pyramids are built for gods,
But lord knows these gods had red blood.

We pray and pray and pray,
The world turns it's head.
The bullets fly,
And words too.
We pray and pray and pray,
The world turns it's head.

Beginning in the evergreens,
Where the waters run sweet as wine,
The skies sing out shattering,
The ground spins down below
His marching feet.

One thousand and one years
Left him in the earth,
And raised up Typhon,
Come lightning staff,
Come thunder breath.

Moving through the mountains,
Purpled by the sun,
Floods cutting through the rock,
Come traveling through the caverns,
Through the cloud's rain that tear down.

Eagles eating gods,
And green, green trees stretching hands,
He stumbles through the paths,
Going all martyr in the shades.

Eventually, his progression meets the sun,
That scorches shadows from their place,
Plumes of fire preaching,
Here he finds the meadows,
Melting all gone in the red and stubborn sand.

Oh and there he fights the priests,
Oh and there he summons hell,
From the sun that never dies,
And the seasons never change.

There go I,
Through the paradises of elephants,
(White and rouge)
Palaces of sultans in the sultan shade.
Armageddon heavens twisting,
Where the spindle-bound spires raise.

There go I,
Vagrant feet forging,
The miles in meter
And the deserts in their damnation.

Eventually, the vagrant finds the rivers.
Eventually, there he claims all Moses,
Running wild through these waters,
Cutting heel into valleys pale and pink.

Golden Hordes, and god-kings,
And paisley patterns branded in the eye;
There are the journeys going unhindered,
Where the snow meets the soul.

The vagrant with his body,
Naked in the mind,
Storm by boat in the dead of winter,
Warmed by sails in the dead of spring.

The vagrant going east,
Then around again and west,
There shores of silver,
Horns of plenty fallen found.

One thousand and one years
Gilded in the green,
Fluorescent accents smiling,
Sounds smelting in the foreign forests.

The vagrant meets the sea
After his trials in their numbers,
Blankets thrown up,
White sheets waving,
Clairvoyance in antiquity.

The sea is blue and washing,
The vagrant's eyes are marbled,
As the notes progression goes
The water kisses the air.

Pillars taller than the stars
Stretch to heaven forgetting,
There oceans rising,
And the tranquil music dancing.

Tripped out not wanting,
Rise and risen,
The scavenger surface
And the molten mound.

Poor traveler,
In his vision where all eyes meet,
The savage and sacred nature,
The hurricanes and blissful storms.

Poor traveler,
Not meet your end,
One foot in the grave,
Where a million, million angels
Carry you down.

And poor traveler,
King in concert,
There hills and crevasses crawl to him,
Call to him,
Leave all their pasts searching.