And if you call me
I won't know where to look,
Somewhere gone,

The sea,
    
                The hook,
Alive; we're alive, dear
The mountains dancing, dancing by decorative moonlight

Garden walls,
Shoulders glancing and young,
blind girls of the island laughing at me.

Beast people
with strange markings and forceful movements,
Flowers- flowering towers of
lucid,
luscious
      Dreams of a vacant mind.