I

heaps of holes/porous membrane/thought forms

leak/into aether/the connective tissue/

Mind/is no sealed box-

dream meshes with dream/consciousness

with consciousness/mingling and melding/

making hybrids/chimeras/dead men

speaking through living lips.

slip of the tongue/and secrets are revealed.

II.

Time is spread out/like cards on a table.

Shuffle/and deal again. Needing nothing

but the come & go.

III.

Chaste encounter/lightly lingering touch

experienced as promise. The Return.

Mad with wanting/and the swallows all fled/

soared south with sun. Winter’s Dominion begun.

Gone, gone/and the tremulous life/of flowers/

gone with them/the crepe paper petals/the primary colours.

How many springs left? How many more times/

can we be reborn?

This high and windy rock/receives no visitors/

The mind moves in circles/checkmated/ by its own isolation.

Spiralling in barren solipsism.

A reflex faith/an atavism/forbids death.

This ascent was made in hope/and under instruction

Someday/the friend will come.