A tallness walks in the aspens
and ceases in the rain
This defenestration of thyme
in a marketplace of right and wrong
Pianos alight on the silt and Basque in the apogee
Streams of light, streams of light
that billow and are borderless
Become the architectures
Salinate the constellations
This is my eye oeuvre
A dollop of violence in the grasses
From the wisdom of a coma
And the memories of coriander
In the plazas of the sentient
Who stir in the last dawn
Plucked with the longest arms
In the stones of camaraderie
And the potraits of a grotesquerie
In the wildness of lost foreheads
be universal 