Memories Here and There

of memories here and there, chic and hare,  
without touching honeycombs,  
from the rocking chair  
 
now into the depth of hypocrisy, sinking  
into obscurity, vagabonds seeking new paths  
of prophecy  
 
as the flowers in the garden meditate, the rains  
brings showers through the water's-gate  
   
yet the furies doom the grass and the shards  
of the nightfall slide down, winner-take-all    
 
with the ink's imagination, in a vision of dreams,  
on a pillow, chic, and a hare