The atmosphere is domes of color

And music the backdrop of the sky

I inhale the veil of tranquility

And exhale a perfume of summer nights

He sighs The love is not forgetting

Of vivid scenes in a dream awash

In latent memories taking flight

He sighs every note of the rainbow

I dare not forbear the exhumations

The deadly, steady air

I think, express! and veritable mice

Tails dragging, slink towards the river.

Then to mountains of little fires

And forests of carpet orange

We hie.

If feeling is more than images,

Then last night skittered across the floor-

A beetle, little legs clacking

Virulant girls, hair a spinning

Send out like eclipsing planets

Their life, dripping down the walls

Rocking in the moonshine

All baskets made of bread

And sanguine figures looking dark

We all heard the breathing

Of a thousand trembling souls

As the capacious seizing

Broke our mended toils

East clap to the rise

I bent on sutured knee

Rising heathen and wrought

Of violence in the sea

Ah to my dear dreams taken

I soothe cannot claim to mean

Any but justice rambling forth

As in the service of a higher one

All except for none

Walking around

Looking so much the penguin

That even the haunts

Were tripping over themselves

In a sort of rabid frenzy

So that the air was

Frost on the stars

I breathe in deeply

I am trains in the night

I stop in clover

I run to the post

I am flowers

I am sleep