In dreams
As in bygone times
I seek
A shadow
A stifled breath,
And there
I find us
Dancing in a field
Of poppies
Of bones
And breasts.
On ancient women
And ancient men
The two of us
We build our home.

Stranded in time,
Abandoned in space,
Infinite –
With no return,
In rapture
Captured,
And there
Devoured
By black matter,
There,
Someone seeks,
And someone sees,
A shadow
sprinting
Like a fawn,
On seas
Of thought
It leaps
Endless
And alone.

As on a wild steed
I break the speed –
And
Animal
And rider fall
In lakes of dreams
And tears
That once the two
Called Home.

And somewhere
Far
A lamp
Is rubbed
A genie pops
But he is
Deaf and blind,
He turns around
But hears
No sound
So goes
Back
To his shrine.

And there are
Whispers
In a cave
Where busy men
Sit and talk,
And parade stories
Like olden folk
Til they are old
And blue,
For they have
Nothing
Else to do,
So to their
Own-self
And others
Are untrue.

While time
Like a violent
Wind
Rips through
the tree of life,
As a madman
With an axe
It carries out
Its strife,
As Grecian women
In black veils
Wail
A parting ode.

“Some rider is – lost,
Some woman – thirsts
The sands
Devour
Their bones.”
On wings
Of birds,
The music
Plays,
But who
Hears
A Sound
Above?