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     Thru peripheral vision

lurks forests of allure

tempting the dark plated

    clouds of our thought

     silhouetted by

              camouflage beams

                         of moonlight

       Bizarre images ferment

                   elucidated

        saints and sinners

    betrayed by trust

belief held dear, but why?”

why the clinging

                to the roots

                   of our pain?

It is these roots that

         bond us together

            in both

     pain and pleasure

     Incandescent our souls

   but light, it still

             flows freely

       through the window

   as the sun rises

rooster crow at crack of dawn

                     but

         alas we still

                refuse to rise

    laying still

        we together

   enhance the prosperity

        of our thought

   dense, plush contradictions

white lies forgiven, perhaps

          forgotten

but still alone

   we drift in this orbit

                ellipsis

     narrated by Odysseus

 navigated thru Indonesian seas

where the chant

     of Tibetan monks

        bid solemn prayer

            for our souls

     together at last

     we have found each other

     together at last

     we have found each other

and in echo calls

      in the small towns

          across America

we search and seek

        new life

        new experience

        new love

      and only to stumble

   upon Lost Atlantis

        of hallucination

created by voodoo priestesses

                             of Haiti

        still after our souls

    but where does it lead?

    but where does it lead?

My hand stained with your tears

reaches out to your breast

    and I can not find you

    and in flashing sorrow

my own tear, a single tear

    falls from my eye

like a golden drop of dew

    to my finger stained of you

      as I realize

      I have not found you

      as I realize

      I have not found you

April 11, 1991