sleep strewn loveliness sink in the silence of this evanescent twilight —
a dream's citadel superimposed in high calligraph. shadow's monolith dancing away from a mutiny of light. there is a gathering here unknown,
as the moon fathers these intimations doubling astonishment in all limpid signs and praised symbols. i see now clearly, the lighthouse belle! i feel more evidently, the charring of the clammy water! i ache more freely as the stones are put in equipoised trial - nudely manning the coasts of dread!
to myself alone i sing where all fires resurrected - here now, close to dine the coruscation of the vertiginous star heady on its way towards the complete blackness of god's face trilling behind numeral starscape—
small creatures standing on the shoulders of dreams mounting the dwarfed ******* of mountains and aware of the river's errant split.
against all light are the many toppled dreams held together into makeshift amalgam, traced in outward light is the vestige of the unwatched now obscenely put into picture like the wind's contrapuntal waltz against the interstices of grass feasting in their moveable glee.
o, dreams and what if they are curtailed to the bottomless notion of ground's innocuous stare, to crumble underneath the feet of the giant whom i once knelt in front of, ravished, keeping worlds together like a mothering tongue to day-scarred kindred, these words thrown from the gather of clouds formless shapes of inimitable rain,
the bells may be out of songs, cathedrals too, wrung out of prayers, oblivion yawns waiting for its next guest— here in the dream cradled in the shoulder of it unharmed, untouched and only deeply feeling for all that is retained, walking in the Earth.