Fixation on time;
money, lust
but nowhere
the golden dawn
of second chance
the errors
of paupers
are invisible
to the naked eye
hence, the moment
the dance of time
fires by our eyes
like a flame thrower
the night is barren
but the lit moon
makes incisions
through the flesh of darkness—
little beams of light
understated
in the vision
but praise be held
for all the sacred
divine children of the sky
(sometime December 1991)