Hollow fang? Volcano. Cat’s purr? Hymnals. Intuition?

I wept at the sight of my guru’s picture, Praise God, He is always with me, a Holy thing,

The only thing you can prove is how crazy you are. It’s the best defense. Where was I going with this? I don’t know.

I’ll give you what I got, I can part with it all. I have gifts— A silk tongue,

At a certain point in your ordeal, it isn’t your ordeal that bothers… It is the fact that everything is… That’s what really bothers you. Because what happened is not OK,

Like a Somali pirate just pull up on the Grim Reaper, surprise him

Upon that special mound there is a cleanliness, a purity sanctimonious, something so perfect it’s numerological—

Are we in the field or on the field? When I soar for the disc I wonder how that cloud got its shape.

Every once in a while, when my bunkmates are asleep (or at least I hope they are), and the jingle of the keys fades to the end of the hall,

Sometimes the sky is orange, sometimes it takes a purplish hue— mountains for contrast their dimen… and the light pervades twixt our c… and the light washes down mine fac…

Tears tears do a walk-by unload the clip don’t know why now

When the world wasn’t burning I felt optimistic that one day I could come home

Incense thick with a scent that is true and a bit soiled and dense so dense I lift

Want nothing from people and receive their myriad blessings Expect from them and find an empty well Eat less than a ghost