I thought it
A carousel spinning
Music and light

Presumed 
It a blade of grass
Or shadow bent by
**** form

Maybe the strand of silk hair
Ribbon disrupted from a high place
To fall on cheek

But I am wrong
This single:

True love
Is but
Raw pain unmingled

It is in my bones and in the fields when I stop on the road to watch
A barbed wire fence running across your chest
You wear the clouds as a mask
Hididng a smile? Hiding a scowl? You will not disclose
Lust and love are two wolves
They run and play at the nape of your neck
Licking one another by the sea of your scent
24 years later your eyes are deep blue
And more precious than silver
Your words bring peace to my marrow and my belly is full of laughter
No wine on my lips
Your taste unmingled

I am a fool for your glances
And my soul soars among mountaintops at your laughter
Your fingers speak a familiar language against mine

I will never forget this moment and I treasure even the silence between us

N.A.S.A. takes its marching orders from the F.D.A.--Step into the light to renounce your wishy-washy past...A young man's willing participation in the slaughter of wild horses, on behalf of dog food companies, is just part of growing up.--In an alternate reality the legendary Miss Teresa Teng, age 55, would be recording her first album entirely in French in late December, A.D. 2008.
  These unmingled, stripped parts take the moon, Haarp, scabbards from Arabs, and the New World's Luciferian Order. In a creepy dream I inherit post-surgical identities from preoperative candidates. I can prove to be reasonably social amongst astronauts.

Timothy Dwight (1752–1817)


COLUMBIA, Columbia, to glory arise,

The queen of the world, and the child of the skies!

Thy genius commands thee; with rapture behold,

While ages on ages thy splendors unfold.

Thy reign is the last, and the noblest of time,

Most fruitful thy soil, most inviting thy clime;

Let the crimes of the east ne’er encrimson thy name,

Be freedom, and science, and virtue thy fame.

To conquest and slaughter let Europe aspire;

Whelm nations in blood, and wrap cities in fire;

Thy heroes the rights of mankind shall defend,

And triumph pursue them, and glory attend.

A world is thy realm: for a world be thy laws,

Enlarged as thine empire, and just as thy cause;

On freedom’s broad basis, that empire shall rise,

Extend with the main, and dissolve with the skies.

Fair Science her gates to thy sons shall unbar,

And the east see thy morn hide the beams of her star.

New bards, and new sages, unrivall’d shall soar

To fame unextinguish’d, when time is no more;

To thee, the last refuge of virtue designed,

Shall fly from all nations the best of mankind;

Here, grateful to heaven, with transport shall bring

Their incense, more fragrant than odors of spring.

Nor less shall thy fair ones to glory ascend,

And genius and beauty in harmony blend;

The graces of form shall awake pure desire,

And the charms of the soul ever cherish the fire;

Their sweetness unmingled, their manners refined,

And virtue’s bright image, instamp’d on the mind

With peace, and soft rapture, shall teach life to glow,

And light up a smile in the aspect of woe.

Thy fleets to all regions thy power shall display,

The nations admire, and the ocean obey;

Each shore to thy glory its tribute unfold,

And the east and the south yield their spices and gold.

As the day-spring unbounded, thy splendor shall flow,

And earth’s little kingdoms before thee shall bow:

While the ensigns of union, in triumph unfurl’d,

Hush the tumult of war, and give peace to the world.

Thus, as down a lone valley, with cedars o’erspread,

From war’s dread confusion I pensively stray’d—

The gloom from the face of fair heaven retired;

The winds ceased to murmur; the thunders expired;

Perfumes, as of Eden, flow’d sweetly along,

And a voice, as of angels, enchantingly sung:

“Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise,

The queen of the world and the child of the skies.”