Righteous are my oneiric ways
The machine of oleanders
And soft pulleys
The dagger in the mountain
And waters that bend
Like pylons in the night sky
That bleu in the blur
And radioscope the heavens
With the monde of this and that
In outer minds the yarrow
Like a caliber of dumspters
And the vegans who love them
Like a chunky fuzz
And torque for the flowers
And my heart is a satellite
From a tremendous navel
Of exquisite yolk thoughts
And flowing forests
The gatekeeper is luminous
And becomes an ox-deer
be universal 