Moments collide in an exaltation
Of curving the volatile fabrics
That knit the divination ...dis- lucidly...
And melt the warmth down the precipice
Of champagne tasting garden of sensation;
Subsiding, oh, so slowly,
Only to decay with the voluptuous beat
Of body of essence.
Strayers, betrayers and suns without zenith
All feed and grow on the scythic arches
Of a thunder - mellowed milky way vein line
And sound dilated movements
Dispersing in the dark
And disclosing in the play of lights
That, secretly, dance their art of fury,
Their chemistry of pain,
Their love for the concord of puzzles
In one unique anatomy.