Lines Beyond Light

In the time of lonliness
solitude may surprise the redundant haze going in,
but the cold sliding vertically down a glacier
of glass is able to be held in your hand
Perceiving the world is looking through
dusty glass at the flaming space beyond;
musty dust in your nostrils smoking under
laser strength sunbeams, you hope it will not
last too long.

You walk on the grass and the stones
beneath appear again in the dead black Moebius
deep in your brain, the cold on your face
the freeness decay
recur again
in figure-eight infinity

Water locked with ice in everlasting
embrace
breaking the space
as they mutate the sense

Flame colored lamps under flame colored
sky as the world turns in entropy
Flint-colored, all smells dry, while
the crack of your footsteps range space

... The hole in the sky is watching
... You remember faster than light
and the times that it's happened there

Around the flames,. yellow-furred
whitesnake devours your tongue
hoping that play will continue
And the facets of the sky rotate
in slow procession

Fear reigns in the woods of the carpeted hall.

1977

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