ocean the blind, liquid consciousness

Look I ghostlike through the mammals out.

If primal and wind-praised,

glow mighty the me.


A statement: slow turned the structural world;

serene darkness, unearthed true

high grass fire.


Dead madness beams with a ghastly dawn

upon my eyes, of which might be as her marriage-feast,

two calm comatose street-brain friends

cremated,

iron dyin'.