For something to do let's forever walk this Circle they call marriage (forever presumes neither Beginning nor end) The rigmarole of vows is over. Remember god allows himself the freedom to be the centre Of a circle whose circumference is everywhere (What Cynicism!) With caution & luck we too can be the image Of him. Love like history is bunk. Hence let your attractions range Free - I have no such intentions with humans at least. You in this world will dally to surfeit While I with the dead whose tombs are my brothels Will oil passion's stiff joints. Do not be alarmed: As they say A LUTA CONTINUA even beyond the serried graves.
From nightsky's black earth Rare lilies, like stars, Flower into life, yours and mine. Orion, Andromeda, these startling sickles. Of each our nights, recumbent beyond mere mortal Rest, are not fixed but pliant to our motion When courage lip to lip embraces despair. Do not to the deep sorrow surrender But ever twine upward to the silver light Eyes a blast furnace terror to untruth. Through windowpane I view the wide vistas Of improbability become possible, hugging each to Other in heartrending love: no more the one step That's a giant stride for mankind, but you and I In fiery leap burning bright become starfruits Over stony ground.
the waters rushed down upon the gnarled bush writhed in profile the waters unleashed their scything flood powers wild scattering of primeval beasts rose into hoof-pounded crescendo, as - the moment the sky cried out in a thrombosis of lightning - the moment of a second the explosion lit up white in a heave of stones and bodies - resounding through the arrested moment of time in a desperate dance of death - two men locked in strenuous struggle of violence two men now two killers settling the difference of their separate ideologies, but each now alone bent on his prey