{ hearken,

HearkenCall to me, my heart, from the far side of the canyonCavern walls paintedcrushed berries on the stone, smeared moss, the streaks across my head elated

The cavern edge, the ledgeBasal's painting, aching in my lower back, the limestone bedHearken, heart atop the crevice parked, making angels in the lush sedge

Call again, aluminum it echoes as it vibrates my bedLife light, lighting, the pillow underneath my headSleeping with the devil, Jesus oldest friendRadiation peaking through the entrance, vulgur licking, luscious sense

Hearken, call back to me once more,the flicker of your distant fire paints the ghostsdev'lish whorling all across the vaulted ceiling in my dervish hole

Conversating at the water hole; me, the scepter of the spectral king,the palace where the fairy curls

The imagination canyon,where a distant sight can strike ecstatic,dropping capsules of the whole world.