Jump?

(Or, "It's not that far and you might not get hurt ...")

Apr. 1990

Madame Muse has locked her legs around me ...

A million red bricks like laughter's wall lies,
And windows like smiles lie,
Blinking in falling sanity's cast,
And leaving shadows in echoing canyons ...

(the bird launches itself from the crystal)

Down below, one's who think not above,
Nor see he in black who trails behind ...

(This is real, not imagination)

And perched where the bird once sat,
The poet absorbs clarity and ?
For indrawn, the crystal affects not introspection,
And high above comes warmth to Muse,
Shattering light upon the threadbare shield,
Wondering about the casting ...

The humming of slowness tapping out endlessly,
The throbbing and rubbing on hardened earth,
Of the golden-hued ones who give all life,
Comes now one behind me ...

Rising above into the caves of vacancy,
Now the halo around heat and penetrates,
Known not to the night ...

The red orgasm stops,
And sees the omniscient eye ...

(Never satisfied, Muse's legs part ...)

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