A night under the observance
When my owl-wise conscience
Turns a jiffy smiling teeth
Against my cheek; panting
My neck with wet rock swaying
memories; I am in the ranks again.
Brought to the front lies; sweetly
Able to caress the badgers of the pond
One that lives truly in my veins
Ripping noises, but the worser
By sound; He is not a devil
More an angel-by demon
Gifted with an eye-flittering constancy
He has left me this morning
That ephemeral dawning has shown
His dreary tears; I cascade among
Those beads of rain; they
Spread across my slender soul
And I sink and rise again
Reborn a new catalyst
This bracken field I see far
Is a wedding gift as pure; glimmering
Into this rosy-hued eyeball
Skimming the grime by a dawning
Reigning like Hyperion upon a flood
of clouds; It speaks with fists
The candlelight of grass-spears
Violently shakes the foundation
To rush in with tyranny a peace
And bring forth crowns of gold; placing
Upon fairies heads
Who speaks lullabies of death
All are silent; all are still
Hypnotizing my frail kneecaps
Upon those steely blades; underneath
Which I scream with glory
The pain that I prayed for; it
Lightly grazed like God
And I was able to coddle once again.
