Woe is a horned creature Color/blue (soft) Youth of savage taste
Piano is envious for magic (The noise is disquiet)
Angel wise and a whisper
Mother cleaned up her violent act on stage (a highwire) The temple forever stained with birth
Garden of age/
A river's foolish plea with the moon,
People wrapped in ivy dance holily With their April patterns in a truly Dionysian scene
I am there (a poet) day belonging to death as death is owed to life
I feel balanced in this state (on the edge of the river)
we are joined by harmonies from the Valley, they can be heard from above flowing downward featherlike unafraid
(a warmth/a womb)
II
The sea is still alone (chasm of black)
Thinkers chase its waves & Our eyelids disappear like marble into empty flies released from a tropic fantasy
The inevitable scream, humid & Covered in ash (volcanic)
III
Illness rejuvenates the dream/ questions remain questions
An elephantine flowerbridal looms/
Smoke erases the memory stained in each ring of each pine, burdens relieved from the Antlers of ancient death (smoke, tide, branches crackle in a flame, peace is envisioned here, I love you) Narrow ceilings attempt to re create The sky/ Paint flaking off pathetically (the palace) darling ember washed away with simple time
(Where has our capability for survival gone?)
mapmakers and children watch their hair fall into a promising wishwell ...kept secret and sacred
those who see the bottom of the well are branded with eternal laughter!
IV
? Healers hand (You've arrive d at the entra nce you once saw asleep)
The conquest for simplicity is finally realized as no conquest at all You're in love again,