Poet Introduction Clumsy gesture and strange silence before the panel judges. Much timetravel lag, thus employment and land ownership weren't possible. These buttons and screens will be lost, a return to the desert rocks will be made, flowing back into Far Depths again.
In a dark hollow of oblivion At the zenith of my intrepid vitality, A hollow envy does sear the severed mind, Blinds the light as the darker spheres align;
Here the waving, here the paths unwind, Here in our dark groping places The oiled emerald crown tears at the forest nerves, Bellies in the crested scales, a dragon in her gown, Down soft as the stars slowly drop;
Her trailing delights, an intrepid dizzy hop, Born in this coil misery, broken as the ancestral harp Burns the finger in the crooked act. ...
The sullen toe that rots and wakes for pain, And pound the auger through the dead bones, Thrust me out dark and naked, gripping the last treeís burl, And let the thick blood caper to an end; Let my last heap of soft flesh dangle in the wet wind.
Sink me in the sea crying for the low ebb, And drop the prickly poison on my rotting flank, Forever I hear the hot gurgle of blood, And dry the pressing fluids which break the hunkers; Let my last heap of soft flesh rest in pools of ivy.
Awake, awake, let me hear the dull jangle of day, And crack...
The Adjourning of Saraís Beauty, In Thickets Far and High
Beauty, Beauty, Cradled far in thin memory; And I could talk and labour in His hours, Pay perchance to cross upon your eyes again;
But Never, Never, The tender caress of your ambrosial form; To trolley with the mindís wishful finger Down the champagne landscape of your shine, Smooth as silk, yet now a vagary Lost behind a black wall.
In thickets far and high, I search for meaning in the breezes; To Yearn, to Yearn, To command the walls and aisles And find your blessed room;
In their obedience of electrical crosses Aligned from end to end, In their water vision of sorcery In the treasure of steep mountains,
They never see my soul in the sticks of flame, A prostrate vassal of dark flesh With hard knees bent on the silver floor.
Lonely reveries in the tall trees, Caved faces marvelously stirring about, Deep lips and heavy brows, Old myths in the sharp teeth and crackled hair, Costumes decorating the looming moonís Half hidden obscenity.
Though dancing until the fires ended And danger was...
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The rat just hit another bar, Tonight heís already gone too far... Making enemies with the sun, Hitting on the heroine... Itís all right, she was looking for The villain tonight...
Blurried sidewalks full of eyes, Behind the amber windows the warm dream lies... Guarded by the vagrant in thrift cloth, Holding out his cup for itsí empty doom... While the damsel's crying on the church steps, Underneath the stardoms...