I feel
Blood boil beneath
The ache, and an absolute
Thunder of a thousand
Frantic, freakish faces
Who have heaved
Up urges unknown,
And though then, they
Would whisper when
The garden'd grown grey,
Tonight, together they
*****, ****, and power
My more mad
& ****** delirious daydreaming:
To soar the sky - sun or shadow,
Fly or fall - Fear
Makes man mean;
And I imagine incredible.