Hurling themselves
over the rocks
from rock to rock
the adventurous satyrs
they silhouette in the night
you
will calculate they be
the
flying bats
that the deep vale infest
and
from side to side glide
from extremity to extremity
I close my eyes
so as to dream
to cut off Conscious
in the Sub-Conscious be
making it my Idol of Gold
as the Biblical
Sub-Conscious thus
becomes biblical too.
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