transgressional thoughts: 1976

      translating the night-
       crickets moaning to black sounds of night-
       motion stirring-
       while motionless creatures rest,
       in time.
       echoes for lust,
       crushed only by the just.
       rainbows of dust: drowning out the callings to us
       reasons not known, feelings so little.
    
       acknowledgement, mostly forgot
       understanding, a not.
       passions now splatter themselves on the walls-
       just to promise you,
       that you may fall.