Under the radar,
Moon list like a pearls,
And I spike the test tube
Down round the circle of the sun,
Under a blue cowl of clouds.
Night lies jagged,
Profane in it's beauty.
And Cicero dreams horses
Falling from a canyon,
And I draw dinosaurs
Leaping over deserts.
As Angels and Sailors
Sing far off sea.
And I lisp on the page
As Jericho crumbles
In the awake of the sun.