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The world was washed last night
And when I woke, all the cares
At sunrise, all the evening really meant,
A yellow mask of Halloween lying in the gutter.
Objection, Revolution, and Enlightenment
Are the only achievements of the animal man.
All other gains or ambitions leave only
A gaping pit where once a man might have stood.
Midnight draws its beaded curtain
Around the fringes of my being
Music crashes round my ears of girdered steel.
Butterflies in alpine meadows flit unseen
Through my tinted glasses of opaque cement.
Gentle west wind brings cool scent of
Oceanside at eventide, but goes unsensed
In thronging streets of this non-entity.
And I have Hades' door enclosed,
When evening colors fade, we part,
Leaving only tattered remnants of myself
To face the night, and gardenia's scent.
Lush, romantic sounds fill the dancer's arms
At the ball I wandered to after leaving you.
Poems but little compensation for your absence.
When evening colors shade the distant land,
I find my hand seeks yours for company.
Life's winter-distance becomes the dream of spring
With other visions replaced, the bleakness gone to bloom,
Like roses in a vase of our other lives.
Early afternoon steals across the reasons of my mind
With your soft shadow outlining the desert of my no being apart from you.
Worlds in their nether orbits seeking refuge from an orange-swallowtail swamp
With haunting madness for return.
Yet in evening other fireflies shall wander
Through my visions with a certain microcosmic precision
That dwarfs my frustration in mockery, and holds me
Like a child to its breast, bringing forth
The life sustaining nourishment of you.
By the dark morass of your reasons,
Whose existence denies the vertigo
Fomented in the attractive spittle,
Half-parts of their hate world.
Stand motionless, or run screaming,
With the sadness of twilight as a backdrop?
Write poems in defense against the nuances
Crush senseless music out of the pitter-patter
Paint nightmares in vivid hues
With only emptiness for pigments?
Or hold in my hand small bits of memories
Time, distance, dream distorted?
Torrid summer winds wilt the stems
Of my lush young life and I wave
But feeble stalks in this drought,
Leaving no resiliency to resist
Till even rain shall not restore,
But only embed me in death's mire
Though I hide myself in clouds
Bringing the scent of jasmine,
Or sudden-clear sky after rainbows,
But not your smile or your caress.
In the twilight, thoughts of you
Flash lightning, my clouded mind
Destroys its electric potential
So soon the autumn life finds its way,
Wormlike, my flesh so fragile offered.
Scorched, love-fire passes under,
After midnight sounds grow dim,
As I listen through my sleepy eyes,
Other lives grow weak in our presence
Polytimbered sound echoes in my vaulted mind,
Gone in search of you, finding
Rhythms haunt me, rack my frame,
Gone in search of you, finding
Only teardrops lost last week.
Waves of time stand before me, sink as I approach.
Gone in search of you, finding
Only an eternity I can't want.
Hello, my lady of a thousand dreams and
Whispered verses on a thousand golden evenings.
The flesh of you, and your smile.
From time take only the finest.
When night begins to tire, nods her head,
I seek refreshment in your laughter.
My being no abode for weariness.
Dancing lightly to your refrain
At dawn with the world around us
Fills the emptiness without you.
Today a butterfly was dancing with the cotton in the wind.
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