beginning with a line by Philip Lamantia
The boat tilts on your image on the waves between a fire of foam and the flower of moon rays
finding underground light (esoteric secrets of joy) canticle song
if only all life were a bird angels for all
face in the waterlily cloud reflection
we share a myth
seven sisters in the sky suspended silver
evermore paint in heaven and hell you are there
teen queen
skates around the internet with her bag of tricks
pomegranite perfumes in the mirror gallery
doldrums of the gyre
Let's go to my garden of the four elements
Deciduous trees drop seeds into the posing fountains
dizzy dizzy off your grace
Was it last week or a hundred years ago you revealed the truth to me?
