song the first

Azid in the tree of meaning,
in the dream of sometimes seeing,
on the path of everlasting
visions of the dreamer sleeping.

Azid at the door of waking,
in the sleep of sometimes dreaming,
in the house of sleepers seeing
everlasting dreams of meaning.

Azid with the hope of being
in the dreams of lovers weeping,
in the arms of lovers leaving
singing songs that have no meaning.

Azid on the steps of dreaming,
living life in songs of living;
sung by men who have no meaning
in the everlasting vision.

Azid with his heart unending,
at the end of not beginning,
halfway through the everlasting
vision of the never-ending.

Fortune bright upon the vision.
Fortune bright upon the meaning.
Sing the fortune's bright song dreaming
fortune bright upon the morning.

Azid with his song unfurling,
with his eyes that see unseeing
all the lives he dreams unsleeping
in the house of sometimes meaning.

Azid on the path of reason,
on the road to sometimes dreaming
of the everlasting meaning,
meaning nothing in their meaning.

Azid awake from never sleeping,
his eyes unclosed from never dreaming
of the life lost, left not leaving,
in the doorway of his being.

Azid sings the songs of seeing
dreams of everlasting being,
songs of sleeping never seeing
never-ending dreams of meaning.

Azid at the death of being,
at the birth of everlasting
lovers, left unloved not leaving
at the end of never being.

Whisper soft within your being.
Whisper soft upon your meaning.
Azid whispers softly leaving,
whisper soft before the evening.

song the second

Azid walks in the house of dreaming, in
the house of sometimes living.  Sleep
the sleep of dreamers dreaming
in the sleep that dreams of
meaning.  Meaning
nothing dream
of meaning.

Awake Azid,
end your dreaming,
sleep not, dream not the
dreams of meaning.  Walk not
in the house of living in the dreams
of sleepers sleeping, dreaming dreams
that have no meaning to the wakened living.

Cast the streams, ending finished.  Streaming
Azid, pray not praying, ending streaming
aching truthful making, marching.
Rushing, taking, going, singing.
Going ending dreams, taking
lovers smiling.  Going,
kissing meaning.

Justice meaning
fateful offering over,
under, offer fateful meaning.
Where the justice weeps in silence
over meanings, streaming, aching. Going
under, over fateful.  Streaming Azid streaming
weeping. This the justice offered fateful weeping.

Is Azid praying?  Meaning, streaming silent
over, under justice dreaming.  Arrows
established, throats rehearsing -
sing Azid!  Fateful sleeping
in an aching marching
image.  Dream and
end, living words.

Fly, fly Azid!
Fly free, failure ends
life's lovers, loving freedom.
"Stay away!", the wild wanderer
is singing.  Falling finished strifeful
ending, ending over under singing.  Sing
Azid!  Sing of lovers, lovers flying on to freedom.

Sing the notes in a song unsung, of your name, of
everlasting magic, of crushed reasons, of sad
endings; sing Azid!  Run ever quickly.
Unsung is the everlasting
poem, reasons ending,
taken to your song
unsung Azid.

Azid meaning
ever reasoning, reasons
you crush, hopeful reasons
in songs taken making Azid sing
to our allusive lovers, loves over, under
reasons reasoned everlasting Azid dreaming,
everlasting reasons singing songs of dreaming.

song the third

Sunlight steps upon my window,
walks within my empty vision,
dances through my dreams with anger
kicking back the gentle thunder,
kicking back the morning, open
eyes ablaze with wintry glory.
Now the sunlight stirs me, waking
all the creatures of my being,
all the visions of my morning
weep in silence at the sunlight.

Now the darkness stares upon me,
mocks me as I lay there dreaming
of the stairway to the garden,
mocks me as I walk there.  Slowly
walks the darkness now behind me,
now before me, gently leading
to the place of hopeful being,
to the garden's black-rich future
by the leafless trees of longing
by the gateway.  Hope for living.

Now the journey stands before me,
dares me, taunts me.  Where to follow?
Where to travel for the vision?
Where to stand to see the face of
that which is the death of meaning?
"Find a song," it says, "and know your
place and softly change the ending
with the word that has no meaning,
with the word that's life's beginning
and is living never-ending".

Now the morning dances for me,
leads me not.  It softly follows
where I journey through the sunlight,
where I travel over darkness,
where I run, throughout the garden
through the full-leafed trees of winter,
through the river, through the fields of
summer, through the empty temples
of my fathers, of the men who
forged a truth from empty meaning.

But when I wake the darkness calls me,
holds me tight so I may listen
to its song of love and meaning,
to its song of endless reason,
to its wailing hymn to sunlight
married to the stars of springtime.
Now the tree rains leaves in summer
standing bare its branches creaking
to the song.  And darkness reaches
down to pluck me from the garden.

Now I stand before it weeping
naked, shameful, wrapped in reason.
So the autumn mocks me, picking
at the tree with fortune's fingers :
here a piece thrown to the west wind,
here a piece thrown to the river,
here a piece half- chewed and spat out,
here a piece thrown down and ground
beneath the boot of everlasting
emptiness within the garden.

song the fourth

Truth tears upon fate's open sleeping
all fate's awakening sleeping flowing. Fate

is killing stars as we travel, we the stars
sky-born aching.  Hurting, offer never.  Twins

by sky-born aching, hurting.  All men's dreams can
be sweet of sinning add and take it with the asking.

Men awakening at fate's weeping meaning
sweetly wending skyward. Fate awakening wending

sweetly.  Upon men's never sleeping askance
be awake, now read in seconds.

song the fifth

Slain upon the fields, the lovers
hands entwined, their hearts now empty,
nevermore to reach up skyward,
nevermore to walk the garden,
hearts entwined, their love eternal.

Laying in the fields, the lovers
bodies wrapped, their hearts ablazing,
easily they reach up skyward,
lovingly they walk the garden,
bodies carve their love eternal.

Meeting in the fields, the lovers
eyes affixed, their hearts now open,
how they dream to reach up skyward,
how they dream to walk the garden,
hands entwined, their love eternal.

Singing in the fields, the killers
guilt disguised, their voices open,
make the sky free from the dreamers,
silence footsteps in the garden,
sing to mock the love eternal.

song the sixth

Closed eyes, closed thoughts, put aside
these dreams of lovers, love of dreaming

in the fields
rising skyward
in the garden
chasing shadows.

Action sees, action stifles,
spurning fate its song unfurling

in the morning
at my window
in the shadows
of the garden.

Face dreams, face fate, rip apart
this love of reason, meaning nothing

in the leafless
tree of summer
with the song of
fate unfurling.

Force fate, force fast, stop dreaming
of living in the house of reason

on the path to
sometimes living
at the doorway
of the garden.

song the seventh

Sing Azid and let them know that
all the Swede is but a puzzle,
words turned round and phrases twisted,
find them to find their true reason.

song the eighth

Azid weeps for pain and pleasure,
dust and ashes, light unfolding,

for the empty twisted reason
of the house that has no meaning.

Stained like salt upon my window,
one hand gripped white on the candle,

grips like Azid in the shadow
of the ocean and the meadow.

Hold Azid until the turning
of the song of perfect meaning,

till your hurried, leafless breathing
brings at last the death of reason.