It strikes like a god
And is transelemental
On the path of now
The breaths of ambrosia
Lostness in each aisle
Bivouacked in my marrow
Inscribed on starlight
A thinking activity of forsythias
And doors in each cloud
The purling of a nacreous light
As we traipse through Valhalla
And wondrous kidney thoughts
Ghee warriors convene
On a flowering bridge
For the eye of the viburnum
My treacle communiques
With bread from the gulags
A holy and ancient illumination
Like plums from the birches
In these frabjous whirlings
be universal 