Jet Burns

Living Silver

When rain does fall upon the shadow'd boughs
in dreaming poise ere errant wakefulness,
you quaff the potion of experience-
to dream and dream of what new spirit shows!
'midst crowds of cats and mindless hot billows
of deadened cheer, and grapevines of madness,
as though 'twere all in the rightness of sense-
though deep minds hunt for truest glowing glows,
those thousand glow-worms bright 'neath forest skies!

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