The Combined Hallucinations Poem by Robert Rorabeck

And a new sunshine—
And a new pair of skates:
And a new way to live underneath the chinaberry trees:
While we are displaced from ourselves,
And our houses tend to wonder upon their preternatural
Journeys—
Until their shallow roots are given the rebirths of
Their new meanings—
And the hummingbirds team and team just to be here—
As we are all parceled off
Into the shoulders of the Christmas trees
That we could not pretend to sell—and we
Are just here or there—
As sunlight flits and dies across the canal,
Until all of the whole world is just sold out—
And you cannot but keep to your own
Slumber—
And the beautiful innocence comes at its own price—
As the daylight we have once seen will have to shoulder
The entire world—
And there is the measure of your beauty—
Wild and wicked and at the edge of a pitchfork of a waterfall—
And into its beautiful amusements surrenders-
The unconscious joys of all of its loins—
A valley side of windmills—the combined hallucinations of
All of our joys.