as if the flowers were all asleep and knitting mud *****
and perfect spheres. the universe cajoled the Ambassador to Sorrow
to come forth with a horse's wing and a heavy breath.
a true lover that is sworn to sunshine
and a unicorn eating the meat of a diamond.
all this must be. or the world;- flounder on a picket fence -
of a lost mind... and a long stretch of reach
in a stunted growth of real
Life.

the rain wept because the cosmos was full of Lies
with a capital ' L '.
deflated by default, but willing to take One
for the team of wild horses; that carried the thunder-
to your precious Dawn; to outwit the Heresies
of a mild misadventure
to a higher plane.

of course the plane eats a mountain side  
just sitting on the cat.

and you're gonna look at me.