.....

To be harmless
    to be wrapped in oil


      to be boundless, to be with all
         the same


       overlooker who is not present, owl
               that our shoulders do not share


                a tag and a forced
                                     destination


       luminescent with mortality

    through the pain and the glory of the sexual revolution
    to the charged ships eating galactic garbage as they carry our symbols of the sacred


           the shell that forms in the dusk
                and dissolves in the cruelty of days
 
                   lapsed, loved in completeness
                       interflower, beaming arena