A Mystery Play In Four Quartets

Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came

Raising hell in Jesus name

His first thought was

The truth is hard to swallow

If life is poem, "Poetry and Fame"

Here I come

Here I came

Feel the flow

And light the fire

These demons talk

With whom they do conspire

To give the world a god

Of fame

It does not tire

I took one glance at cloven hoof

And liquid walls

Respun the tale of woe

Before mine eyes

The darkness

I did see

Karma chameleons

Sucked and soothed

The blood of saints

And sin

Sat throned

Aurora

Flying to our aid

Sweet Charity

Then I did see

By touch alone

Emblazed me flesh

She walked

And galaxies moaned

In beams my only light

Necromantic songs

Of innocence and experience

Breathe

In the crystalline water

Running down the mountain

From the cave

Of Maerlyn

One simple gesture

Of a cloud

Or a wing of grass

Flourishes the mind of madness

In a whimper and a sigh

Demonic wonders

In the letters of this hoary scribe

The first fucking palaver

Echoed through my mind

Like ages come and gone

"We are all dancing

In patterns that make oceans move,"

Said continental wind

To continental grind

Of hips

And lips

And totems out of time

I am you and we are three

The ritual of eternity

Whe’er film or verse or song or hearse

The body bleeds

And the rain beats

And hierotits

Massage the mystic loins

Of love and gentle song

Dreams of time and space

Machines of love and grace

In action and in form

He or she

For he was both

Betrothed this healing salve

To foot she touched

And gained me much

To know I not alone

For feeling a cock

And seeing a cunt

Warmed me to the bone

What light in beams

Caressed what seems

Hermaphrodite’s home

When I awoke

The spell had broke

Or day wizard’ conjured

The lizard had no noise a made

When joy made haste

To inform me

Of the deeper gulfs in which I lay

Bones and feathers

Bones and feathers

The words that bind the beams

What lay in dark

What lay in light

The fuck beat virtue seems

When the body mine

My touch divine

I formed it out of dust

You speak I see

With tongues as long

As lust that matter mussed

With trees unfurled

My darling curled

Unmasked, Unseen, Unmade

Sweet Mystery

Dear Charity

The daughter lust had made

Yet sun delights

In careful sprites

That play as long as fallow

Shadow fields of earthly lights

The lips she ploughed I hallow

On all souls eve

I gave my leave

Of caves in crystal mothered

To fuck and kill

She had her fill

Her thighs my ears she covered

"You think, " she said

Upon my head

"You breath the air of night"

For ne’er have I

A reason why

To stimulate with fright

The air in there

Acidic

Bare

The taste of copper light

Thunders raged

And oceans boiled

In crystal

Filth’s delight

This din of sin

Of ocean fury

Bury us in flesh

The dream I saw

And now I die

We wave instead of breath

Once more I found

This shore of ground

Pleasing as in dream

My eyes now made

As from sea cream

As breasts and ass as round

When what should appear

To my jugular gaze

From depths of pain and sadness

But the cries of ships

Of souls

That shit

Lightening

On the Wood of Madness

I picked a Rose one day

To smell the body of the world

The hear the sound of another world

I have never written to another body

A poem to another than the body of this world

A body that brings two worlds together

Could touch only the Mother of the world

And only her voice could touch me

For touch and taste and smell

Are but the music of the soul

For they that live inside the world snake

For I have yet to see the soul

Whose voice touched me

Never have I met one whose voice could not be matched

By the sound of all the bodies in the world

Though they live only in the cemetery of life

And not the garden

The music of this poem competes

With the shadow of the tree of life and knowledge

For I am complete

Without this shadow

This other body

This is a jealous music I hear and speak

For who could touch me more

Than my grave and my womb

And if I be touched by such a shadow as the evening

Do I lose both?

The evening that walks in moonlight in the day

The shadow that hides beneath a noonday sun

Your voice does compete

With the inspiration of a god

And the dark water beneath our moon

Does bring the breath of night to noon

Our bodies speak a tongue that only love can hear

The gods not here

Know not the feel of myth

Such feeling begs this life

To be taken from the earth

For I would have no other knowledge than

This rose was picked by such as you

That I, like you

May live and die each day

This tree is love

That our worlds always say

Our words to touch

Would sun and earth become

Forever

An unfinished poem

For if Universal Love

Be like a rose

Immortal in the body of the earth

One body

With a voice as hers

Is the eternal death of God

And makes this poetic voice

Wonder

If you universal love

Like our own bodies

Could be a mortal thing

Then is it not the greatest curse against the world

To make love real?

For there is one rose that I have found

Though it stands in fields ne’er touch or seen

By any man or woman

That is Tower built upon

The bones of every soul

Who has ever lived

And its life is the promise and the poem

Which is the Genesis of all faith

It sucks and soothes the blood of damned souls

And breaths for them the air of mystery divine

Called by each name

The silence of the grave

The name we give

I story, myth

Or even word of God

For they that sacrifice so much upon the slimy scales

Living day to day and year to year

In psychedelic sweat

Though ecstasy of life and death

Be the only value of knowledge and sound

For what is in a name

But so much more

For they that hold it in their hearts

A never ending shower

To be locked as much

Inside the human heart

For God is love kept one from one apart

‘Lest we should have

More than the womb or tomb allot

Dare not ask if there be

More than ecstasy to life or

More than mortality to knowledge

Any more than ask

If love be real

For we, to be, are ever learning how to love

Active Imaginings

Claw and howl like beasts

Pictures of the soul

Flicker in and out of hellish flame

The door so thinly sealed

Is but a tree in a garden

The truth so tightly bound

Is but a serpent’s fang

That swells the sea of sacrifice

Vampires drink the world

With unnatural thirst

And undying love shines

Like corpse skin

Myths of ages

Course through deeper gulfs

And blood and water

Find ground in cave and coffin

The tree finds new life

Strange to see and impossible to free

Life

Hanging

On a dead tree

An undead slayer falls only once

Hell happens only one time

And all that comes and goes

Is but a flicker in the eye of eternity

Watching hieroglyphs of flesh

Forming in the tortured moan of time

The undead tree becomes a leaf

The sea of death one drop of blood

That gently floats to earth

To wet the myth

With the eternal spring of hope

ii

Falling into ecstasy

Time slips through eternal space

As I dance with my muse

My shadow self

Real as I can be

Her heavenly raiment shines

With hopes and fears

Wars and years

Children crying

And angels dying

I wear the moon and stars

Thunder

Is but the echo of my speech

And a tree am I

So you see

You cannot hear a shadow falling

Do you hear the mysteries calling?

The story of the soul

Written not in the desert sand

But in the wind that blows all time to shore

Ashes settling in a whirling dervish

In infinite supplications to the watery grave

Hear the voice of reason

But caress the shadow with your soul

And know

That love burns two

That time will eat of blood and earth

Most passionate humanity of ecstasy’s birth

iii

In every beginning is the poet

Writing God’s epitaph in endless shadows

Cannibals us all

Religions, scavenging the flesh of history

Mystics, feasting on the serpent’s tale

And art the banquet of it all

The sacred Image

Inked and dyed with holy sacrament

Our sex, our crucifixion and our absolution

Words penetrate the flesh and announce new life!

Behind the wedding veil of everything

Death waits there, too

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We are of the earth

Mysterious black woman of my birth

Thoughts drain like blood into the ground

And memory bathes in cosmic intelligence

I give my self to Her

Whom no words can bind

Whom no man can kill

To that moment

Like death

When the body gives the soul life

When two bodies meet in some imagined space

Where the shadow is free to dance to some profane music

Heavenly wonder all the years we have walked this blue green planet

Though history were a child’s first words

What a divine chorus his screams do make

And if we should learn to speak

The blazing stars know not the ecstasy

Of tongues that bind eternal life in earth and sky

Perhaps the words he already has in mind

To woo Her into bed and make tomorrow

Perhaps the courage we have yet to find

To leave behind and let time follow

Save us, Earth

For we know not what we do

Save our Earth

Or She’ll save You

As the last lines of our poem fade away

What is true of water

Is also true of sky

What is true of body

Is also true of mind

Earth’s the right place for war

Blind and with furious anger

We shall see if we shall see

Take your medicine and close the door

And when we wake

We shall see

What things have changed

What things have not changed

Sing! Heavenly Muses

North! East! South! West!

Speak! Sing! Your native tongue!

Weep! Your salty tears

Sugar divining heaven in a manner

I smell your skin soaked thoughts and know

What is inside me

Is also inside you

Tell me

Whisper to me as to your lowest servant,

What does a child sound like?

Where have we come from to come here?

And where are we going?

…And…

I know not how to say

In words that do compel

The mind to listen

With something of a dead man’s ear

What magic phrase was I

Given to chant in time

In language that listens and speaks

With thoughts immortal?

Wind to leaf to ground to life

My strife bowing to the earth

My death I know

My life I write upon it

I cannot make a tree

To bend at will

That Wind blew long ago and still

What wind bends me?

I have howled

Not one will stir

I have whispered like the night

I heard no one listen

The sun can be the car fading

The radio noise

The clouds parting for thoughts

Like grass what purpose moving

Yet in darkest Space

What Solar Wind have we

To blow our Souls about

Still, fixed as the stars

How we fill time with time

Though moment were our measure

And not the eye

That by the light is travelled for its pleasure

Go, then

Stop not with me

And wonder not what fixes me in space

And makes me shine

For I see not what worlds I touch

What silent noise I free

When my eyes and ears ‘til death do us part

The clouds of infinite, if one, eternity

…And…

The night is come upon the land

Where are you now my beloved?

If I should die before we wake

I pray to you my soul to take

Many centuries of wood

Move with the waves beneath my feet

What kind of ship is this

When all that moves are the stars?

For I need not wash upon the shore to know

That life is moving too fast

Even’ here

To deal a greater blow

Than Apollo’s single wave

One fluid motion of every action

Upon this watery blood soaked field

And one lamp

From many (fed by a river of timelight)

To bind us to this course

Praying only for a good death

In your arms

My beloved Muse

I send this last and final thought to you

Death is no great thing

Compared to our love

But that is brings

That which is far away

Closer

The sooner you forget me

The sooner I am rising again

We did not think we could see our shadow

Or the shadow of a tree at night but

We can! We can!

By lamps lit at evening

Lamps lit at evening!

By morning,

My Captain approached

And an angel crowed from his right shoulder

For he himself was mute,

"Where is this creation taking place?"

I thought about his before answering

And finally said,

"The man who know the answer to this question

Lives under the sea

Inside the moon"

This answer seemed to satisfy him,

Which was a good thing,

For I could be killed for the other

And all that got me through the night

Was my own thirst for blood

It invigorated me

And made me whole

By morn’ a mist had settled upon our ship

And a skylark sounded

Meaning land we have arrived at

Rowing to shore

I shiver all the way

This is harder

Knowing what I have done

To get this far

On land

I stand

Knowing where I am

Like a child

Like a bird

For as much I know

I not know

A tree first speaks to me,

"Where I have gone,

You shall go also.

Where I am

You are"

"We shall tell them

What you have done

And they will you for it

In great pain

On third day

You will rise again"

But then I thought quickly to ask tree

"What is my name?"

And tree could not answer

For I had seen

Lamps lit at night

Making for an even stranger day

Sojourning in its own land

All is forgiven now my Beloved

Let us go now

To be with one another

From the prying eyes of eternity

In the darkness of our own creation

There we

Alone

Bringeth light to the world

As one might compare

A book

Which one reads for meaning

To a book

Which one reads to hear

Words that sound alike

With like meaning

All of creation dances with me

The Lord of the Dance

A leaf that falls from a tree

There you find meaning

A leaf that shares your fate

There you find ancient horror and terror

Do you not?

Be at peace

The sun is come upon the land

We are equal ‘til

We are no more

And who should know the difference?

Be merry!

Space does not part

Nor fall can cleave you

From Her bosom

Suckle Her Here Hear! For a time

And think no more on this matter

As it thinks not on you

But lives to greet you with rapturous joy!

Forego vain attempts for mercy

For mercy’s sake

Sing a song of self

And hence! Mercy Muses

With you

Melancholy

Oh, Amrosia!

I breathe the breath of life into all things!

Smoke

On the horizon

Orion

Sits with us

At the feast

Diana whips

Sea foam

From the mouths of

The dogs of war

Dogs the size of horses

Griffin

Carrying Sabine

She whips them too occasionally

When she forgets

As she is wont to do

That only the Huntress

May taste the forbidden fruits of war

Why she as well gives chase!

Her prey lashed to her creamy soft chariot!

Death does not part

Death does not part

Make no mistake

There is one earth, one life

And many turnings of it

And each good turn

Deserves, like you, another

As Orion makes straight

So do we eat of his flesh

And drink of his blood

Amen.

Holy

Holy is our land

Water from whence we come

And come to

I and my Name are one

What is this you say?

I ask the turtle

Holy

Holy is our land

Water from whence we come

And come to

I and my Name are one

What is this you say?

I ask the eagle

Holy

Holy is our land

Water from whence we come

And come to

I and my Name are one

What is this you say?

I ask the clouds

Holy

Holy is our land

Water form whence we come

And come to

I and my Name is one

I awoke with a hungry heart

And when I smelled fresh apples at the marketplace

It remembered me of the festival of youth

Every land has its food

And the piazza of youth is none different

Northern beans

Northern wind

It’s been a long winter

And a cold December

I like ham and bean soup

Made with northern beans

Messiahs are like gods

That sit back

And eat grapes

And drink fine wine

And watch TV

(A domestic Goddess!)

Domesticity is to the human animal

What dew is to a mountain glade

Nature’s Piazza

An open space atop a mountain

Within a vast woodland

A desert

Where the animals teach us of love

How to build space for them

And, hence! Ourselves

The animal church

We say

"Let us find some higher ground

some higher place

some higher self"

Thus, is the story written

And we weep for Adonais

Is the sun higher than the earth?

Adonais is the story of Adonais

As Atom is story of Atom

World Spirit

Put on your animal skin and bones

And tell us of humanity

Awe

Sweet Awe

At the glory of the Self!

Lamp

Light Bearer

Lucifer

On every speck of dust

On every tongue

I hear a man crying my Lord

There

Sugar divines heaven in a way

Is divining heaven

A spacio-temporal pun

For spacio-temporal hellish fun?

Neglect your children

For the sake of knowledge and

Quasi Mojo

Shall reward you greatly

With an Orange for his Orangeman

Enkidu

Pan

Waiting as we wane

Going

We remain

In name

Human

Soul

Gilgamesh

Our pets show us who we are

Our buildings

What to do

Who we were

What we did

For most of where we are

Is beyond us

Enter Quasi Mojo

Swaying his hips

And shooting magic at the stars

The man without a face
A dim reflection in the mirror
Africa adrift
Berift of Rite
That sets all things to right

Quasi Mojo
Does without doing
Moves without moving
talks without opening his mouth
Quasi Mojo
Is a dream
That knows it's being dreampt
And the further he looks out
The closer he is to himself

Wherever one thirsts
There is Quasi Mojo
Wherever the blood stirs
There is Quasi Mojo
Wherever there is healing
There is Quasi Mojo
The man without a name
Moving the lovers through the dance
Lusting with the gods and monsters
Jesus
Beelzebub
The dancer and the dance
Moving the warriors through the fight
Moving the ritual through the rite
Onto the other side
The place of breath
Where one single wave
Takes an eternity to fall upon the shore
And conquering death and sadness
Out of the corner of your eye
You are Quasi Mojo
Dancing in the shadows
Dancing in the shadows with you

When I awoke
I felt I needed
A spell of honesty
To keep me sane
For a mad season
Had surely come upon me
And I felt ashamed
Of my self

My dearest Beloved,
I wrote
I have been terribly
Untruthful to you
And worste of all
To myself
Even if you forgive me
Even if we continue
To know one another
I will have to learn to forgive myself

The gods did not furnish me
With the art of
The ordinary

Even so
I fear I have
become
laughingly so

For many years
I did not know my mother nor father
So it seemed
Even to mention them
Betwixt by them
I lived a lie
Or a fiction
For in my blood
Their spirits fucked
endlessly

So as knowing myself
My desires and
My fears
Spoke without a tongue
Of my beginning
It was though
I stood
At a cave
From which
wind and rain
and life rushed
over me
But I could not enter
Because from it
I had come
Even as I yearned
To crawl inside
And rest

Although I called it home
I was a sojourner in another's cave

My Beloved
I was homeless
And without food
So that when I first learned to trust another
I called her Mother and Father
And I wanted to fuck her dead
For the men whose love she hated
Then I burned the world
And suffered great madness

And when I returned
From this season of fire
I drowned another in my heart
Only to find my self
Gasping for air
And soil
For I had found a new cave
With fresh water
Which I ran over my body
As water
Runs down a large stone
And people walk by
And touch its
Cool wet strength

But I thought then

They were really

Sojourners in my cave

For they stole

My fire and my water

And buried me alive

When I rose again

I was confused

And told you that

I lived alone

When truly my mother

Resurrected me

But I am not sure

For she sees me not

And I wish to

Have sight

So that I may

Create the picture

I thought stolen

From me

Now I am sad

For I know not

How to breathe

Life into this

Monster

Father, why hast thou forsaken me?

What does my father look like?

Smell like?

Sound like?

Where does he come from?

And where is he going?

With these thoughts

I sleep now

And dream of mojo rising

Your father is your

Mother

Home and time

Without end

As time slips quietly

Into the future

All things

All motion

But a shadow

Of who I am

As I give

So do I reap

In this many chambered

Shell

Of infinite possibilities

I live on the ocean

Floor

My every breath

As yours

A cathedral of

Water upon light

Do as I do

Speak as I speak

And one day

It will be as though

I am a shadow of you

And then

You, as I,

Will use every breath

To praise life

Amen.

Holy

Holy is this place

Though I am

A traveler

In a strange land

I am home

As you do

So do I speak

Holy

Holy is this place

I sat, watching all this

The ship anchored

In an island cove

All this

A light flecking

Off the

Coral chant of

One single wave

That seemed at once

Perfectly still

And forever washing

Over me

Again and again

With a fiercely primal beat

That echoed through

All the chambers

Of my mind

Until the

Faintest smallest

Echo

Dropped me like

A pebble into

This world

The ship anchored

In an island cove

My mates now

Many years

Passed away

From this place

Some eaten

Some I buried

And now I sit

And watch

Birds lighting

About in the

Distance

I picture my self

In a story

For it does now seem

Like a dream

The further he looks

Out

The more he sees

Himself

Like a ghost

Risen from the sky

The birds pecking

And eating

From his

Rotting corpse

Playing

In a dream

With dream stuff

Watery ashes

Fiery water

He spits into the

Endless pit

And a man

And a woman

Emerge as from

The bowels of night

By dawn’s early light

Westward leading

Cumming, pissing,

Licking, kissing, defecating

In and around

Every orifice

They find on or

About one another

Though light would

Fill the

Bottom of every

Oceanless well

Light going, like him and her,

To its only possible

Destination

For all is above and beyond

Beginning

Tracing forward

Where they

Have already

Come from

I peered into the

Well then

The well I had

Created

Covenants of colour

Clung to the

Blue-black abyss

No matter

For I looked deeper

But before

I saw the bottom

I heard every sound

That ever sprang forth

The well isn’t everything

But it is how everything

Returns to the source

Like the history

Of a single breath

Which stirs me

To the wave

I hear my self

And my own breath

Is almost more

Fascinating than the

Ocean shore

Except the shore looks

Straight at me

Like the bare

Creamy back

Of virginity

I am in love again

Creature of a million eyes

Hero of a million faces

Amicus usque et aras

We will remember you

Until we forget again

At the alter of flesh

And blood

Amen

East! West! South! North!

Never did I imagine

Where the wind would

Take our ashes!

Never did I imagine

That I was not

The first to injest

A ship of souls!

And for precisely that reason

Never would we

Forget again.

All hail!

In formation!

There is a place

Between breathes

There is a space

Between the

Beats of heart

There is a time where

The serpent eats its

Own tale

Here the laws of man

Prevail

Here the laws of God

Stand fast

Billowing sails

Of energy saves

Thrift and bold!

Saved for none other

Place than we

Sail t’ward no time

Untold

All hail!

Magi Nation!

As the sun sets

So does it rise

Make straight

The map of this land

And for my setting

You will rise

And great riches will

Be yours forever

Though a vast

Distance

May come

Between us

Time will ne’er again

Part us

Let knowledge be

Our bond

And far or near

Will be like

The curve of my

Hand against

Your cheek

The touch of our

Lips

Others will dream of us

And we will

Be together forever

Architects of dream

And the spawn thereof

They will call us spirit

And other men will

Tell the tale

And when they rest

We will make them

To lie down

In green pastures

And rest in peace

With us

Let them light fires

And gather round

And speak tall tales

Let the shadows

Twist and turn

At the corners of

Their lips

In the meeting of

Mind and body

There I am

There all things

Live in light

Go now

Stop not with me

And wonder not

What fixes me in space

What makes me shine

For I know not

What silent noise I free

When worlds I touch

When eyes and ears

Do part

The clouds of infinite

If one

Eternity

Go now

May the road rise

Up to meet you

And the wind be always

At your back.

Amen.

Here I am

Alone once again

Walking down the road

That brought me home

Once again

Now I know

How I know

A bird

Takes flight

In a city full of trees

I hear a swoosh

The river sings

Brings me to my feet

Now I know

How I know

My feet

Pluck food

From stars I merry eat

Joy to the fishes

Witches ghosts

And goblins

Faery Mab

Of the city streets

Now I know

How I know

I walk

Through town

See trees whe’ver I go

Reaching up to

The golden arch

Of heaven

The dark currents

Down below

Now I know

How I know

Many years have passed now

And countless turnings

Mountains hurled form space

Now flutter like grass in the breeze

The spider builds his home

So does two-legs

Build his home

As in the dew of little things

The soul finds its morning

And is refreshed

I greet and am humbled

By my image

And the tribe, Elohim

In which it lives forever

The water does not recede

The land twinkles

The dark heart of creation

Beats all around me

As I close my eyes

Letting all my worries

Flow into the earth

And give it life

I look up

At sun through drifting cloud

As light bathes me in warmth

I kiss ground

And wind now

Carries me away

By smell alone

I touch all things

As all things

Touch me

As tall grass bends in wind

So do I listen

To the beating

Of my own heart

Yellow!

I greet you

With warm welcome

What say you?

Oh, boy

What riches

In what

Is thrown away

Puzzled

I look back up

At sun

An unexpected feeling

Washes over me

Time herself

Did not expect us!

To find such beauty

In the most

Shameful part

Of myself

I will never tire

Of your love

Says sun to yellow

As unexpected to me

As to you

A spring shower

Or snow on Christmas day

Or my reflection

In water frozen by fire

Fire frozen by desire

For surely then the very

Laws of my being

Are mutable

And thereby you return

The breath of life to me!

Oh! Careless love!

So near,

So far

This page flutter

In the wind

The slower we go

The more we

Seem to know

With fear and courage

We reach as far as

Fast as God

The dream is real again

The red of wonder’s

Wondrous ache

Make. Make. Make.

Life! Life! Life!

With God’s courage

God’s speed

To you who would

Dare to look

With the body

What only God’s

‘Magination can see

and feel and

smell and hear

and touch and know

and remember

and cries out

My blood is yours!

Drink! From the holy chalice of your mind

And make me, God,

Whole!

The ache recedes

With glorious

Dispersion

Into spittle at

The back of my

Throat

And I swallow it

As the lion the

Meat of the lamb

For some the red smell

Of the apple

Attracts

Others it repels

Harmonium

Is the way of

God and man

Harmonium

We rest in this

Begotten land

Black Sabbath

"Barah"

says the beetle to the lion

Barah!

Sounds! Like a name someone

Would write a

Poem about

Like Barah through the

Mountain pass

My sun would rise

With this fair lass

Where winds prevail

Upon canyons deep

With my fair Barah

High, asleep

Pure and Innocent

Nestled beneath

(a blanket of snow)

With Barah in the stars

Above

Barah in the hills below

For Barah

God is far beyond this place

In other worlds than these

For Barah

God bestows his grace

Through angels sent – not Heracles

When they followed Caesar

Into time

Barah’s people kept time

In rhyme

For Israel’s sake,

She layed to sleep

And dreamed with Aengus,

Zion’s clime

Where no path goes

One lover does wait

Where forever lasts a lifetime

Together for the last time

Knowing Twilight

Past, the water light

Of tears no hope to shine

Through early morning’s face

My own reflected grace

Where is this place

Where no path goes

Alone but for the chance that fate

Is hiding where the breeze meets

My morning in the world now bright

What river feels the flowing

More than I

And there

When and where

One lover does wait

At the end of my desire

Where chance and fate do conspire

To sing our forever song

While you are gone

I can wait that long

Black Sabbath

Barah

For our lives are like

A death upon a thousand stars

The green that grows

Within me

Ne’er wished upon a light

So far

This is that other

Way

The course not set

‘Til yesterday

When all that’s left

That ashes may

Return our lives to us

Unlived

Forsaken not for time’s remorse

For time eternal

In its course

When form finds flight

Finds endless night

Away!

Was when the future might

Dare gaze upon so far away

That death the light

That life’s the way

Green to red

Green to red

Holy! Holy! Holy!

Amen.

Lastly

Pink’s great pece

Came upon me

Eternal ecstasy in

Need of love

In need

In deed

In love

And thereupon

And all about

The passions

Pranced along

The soft parade

Like the face of the Buddha

Sitting quietly at the shore

Drinking in the lovely

Pinkish ambrosia

Filled with stars

His only spell

The simple hunger of a child

Who has spent

9 months inside

Someone else’s body

Deep breathes

And deep peace

On the running wave to you

Deep peace to you

finis.

l.j.sealey FVM

August 1993 - Sept 2001