a white light…,
rigid sparrows in the sky,
shadow of a god,
when fin meets the sailor,
sea to the shore,
my white sands,
a larks nest…,
vigorous flight across
the soul of this earth,
and you - my last wish,
manifest destiny…,
a true believer,
when our bodies lie
in the endlessness,
the void…,
who calls out
from the night
of a wrong, the fallen,
so wrong…,
to be made right again,
as we beat our lonesome,
the rock…, sultry noise,
clash of angels heads,
your glistening eyes,
figure of speech,
your figure…,
satisfaction so high,
branches of that tree,
the Tree of Life,
and a river…, a boat,
Charon, my ferryman,
you have the coins,
my silver tongue,
and we flew,
the mist with clouds
like dead fingers,
gliding the gates
of this world,
the Underworld,
for Paradise,
like water for the thirst,
naked pictures
you sent…,
we followed
the dogs without sound,
hair like the back
of my hand…,
like the back of my bed,
washed linens,
soapy dreams of midnight,
tumescent Moon,
weird eye of some
cosmic beast…,
without form,
in formless,
imaginitive light spectre,
Life und anti-Life,
where the wild things are,
they sleep the dreamless Dream,
of our kiss…,
the first time, (remember),
under the sicamore tree,
old is the name,
the tree…,
our story,
sniffing flowers,
in my garden,
roses and all sorts,
pupils dilated,
orgasms on the ground
that gave birth…,
a Moment,
our moment,
and nothing lasts,
blowing wind:
grateful.
