it is so clear
clear as eyes of a child
the murmur
splutter
utter
hum
all about how windy was the night
well night has to be windy
moon has to be forgotten
to conceive
agony of watching stars' drama
live through the eternal crack
she crushed and smelled daffodils
all who saw that were stupefied
time was liquefied
it was drinking game
gods were playing
wipe out the ends
and **** it up
let it flow in the main line
let it hang upside down
a clear uncertainty