Lilac path cuts open the workday
lilac path opens the night
hills tidal in smashed eyes
turn over the world I carried
with me all my life it was a cage
I wounded it without effort
the long mistake has a river bed
and to take it out...

Rings of smoke cross the barrier.
Long mirrors eat out of the twilight.
The purpose of the water is vanquished.
Root beds and blankets of red steam
carry the living.  Nicked air
flows past the sermon of the dove.

The funkadelic dock shivers
fractured out of the earth.
Cheese-anchored flotilla turns
into a boat, a home for hats,
a trapped roman numeral
fishing with his dick.