The Hand descends through the morning light
(and) touches the bag by her side
its purple fingernails saying something just right
in such a soft and so civilized and so artistic sigh

most amazing through this fog and noise
the clear sight and clear sounds
freed from culture revealed as mere poise
all sides at once turning around

the sunny umbrella on the exsquisite shoulder
spinning desires out of mist for a sure sure sign
that the morning intends to burn away anyone colder
than last night's fatal wisdom b(r)ought with the wine

it dissappears upon belated comprehension
of a larger perspective crossed by the liar time
sprouting strange tree brains from another dimension
that tangle their branches on the pretense of ryhme


the purple and perfect lee peaceful joy
so so different than enjoyment of the wind
ward off grief as if they were toys
in the hands of an angry imagined sin

maintaining a strict and supurb strangle hold
on the mind and body of belief
easily forsaking god for common sense now bold
with inspired simpleness and immediate relief

laughter squeezed from a reflex of terror
forgiving the so selfish sorrow
seeks a phantom remadie in error
and waits for the ghost of tomorrow

this would be performed on a zyther in oriental scales. [ conducted by obediant dragons surrounding the artificial platform in his heart. The magic produced by the Beasts acting on the intructions given to them via a vagrant and obscenely detectable desire in the heart of a friend of a friend created nine cubic miles which lasted fifty-seven seconds. They all were supurb; not even a twitch or flinch as the walls came tumbling down. And the following implosion created a 'never mind' that was asleep before it hit the page.