management wounds those bonded in the 'spray of phenomena'

mouths gulping plankton funnelea

speak easily and freely

do describe the spectacle

all is irony and pain

clever don't succed

dumb do

poor die

rich flourish

natural order? or imposed reality?

flaying the living scab wound of this heart scorched day

tempers flair dust rises

and the first moon of eid al-Fitr is sighted

if all this is inconsequential

then furrow your brow further and think on

to moon moths and magicians

that float freely inside that

penciled in holiday break

the mean mouth scrivener

scrunches shoulders shunned up at the back

to defile your every approach to free thoughts flower

death to these skull-crushers

make joyful make song drink deep and float

into the night of black unconscious thoughts

meet dryads in the clearing

if you want to

spread out over the inkswell

embrace many gods many forms

the tree forms a canopy above

inside it's heart is a library

in the heart of the earth is where you will return

fungus fossil footstoll

all emerge into being

when night's flame flickers fiercest