Copyright © 1997 Mark L. Butler
This is quality: Twelve crude purple wisemen Sun Moon rain Summer Wind And we walk and Talk Along the path Icy shore And Foolish road Luck Love Lust River mud And "a willing suspension of disbelief." Over the lonesome Heath Crow cottage Fog Bones Skyblast And a hand In the acre of desire Where glow Peace Bondage iron Eyes Poison Existence Stability Impulse. The one old plain green mast Raised high above Lavender Ragweed Sand The way an evening Begins Or is Born Of Faith hope The Daily Or Joy Or ignorance Power Communication And inert Pleasure Of Limbs Exact Demanding Sensation Limit Infinity Absence.