When love is a shimmering curtain Before a door of chance That leads to a world in question Wherein the macabrous dance Of bones that rattle in silence

Tears The crystal rags Viscous tatters Of a worn-through soul Moans

A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing

Curtains forcing their will against the wind, children sleep, exchanging dreams with seraphim. The city

We were entwined in red rings Of blood and loneliness before The first snows fell Before muddy rivers seeded clouds Above a virgin forest, and

Funky blues Keen toed shoes High water pants Saddy night dance Red soda water

When I think about myself, I almost laugh myself to death, My life has been one great big jok… A dance that’s walked A song that’s spoke,

I keep on dying again. Veins collapse, opening like the Small fists of sleeping Children. Memory of old tombs,

We wear the mask that grins and li… It shades our cheeks and hides our… This debt we pay to human guile With torn and bleeding hearts… We smile and mouth the myriad subt…

I note the obvious differences in the human family. Some of us are serious, some thrive on comedy. Some declare their lives are lived

We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of lonelines… until love leaves its high holy te… and comes into our sight

She came home running back to the mothering blackness deep in the smothering blackness white tears icicle gold plains of… She came home running

A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since depart… Marked the mastodon, The dinosaur, who left dried token… Of their sojourn here