``` the cardinal and finch

we our yonder east in depths of long lost prairie, initiating our minds to the meaning of Beat. we are gathered from our private cold shade, where the bobcat and the mirror loom, to this mountain range of silhouettes, jolted to a shouting pulse.

someone somewhere is getting anointed. kings and queens are convening in secret. we feast our eyes upon the bonfire, wild and merciful:

drums beat dreams of ancestors, lion, snake, eagle, bear. visions of evolution’s raptures- haphazardly seaming to fire: codes of nature, tap tall tales of earth, tap tap laws of water, tap hushed facts of wind, tap tap epic palm thrash stick thrust, tap tap tap hip dialect of new tribe, tap tap classic tricks of old tribe, tap

ah, the nostalgia-- orange logs in black night.

leather masked bare-chested belly bursting grumbling absurd brute. boyish gaze and rosy cheeks so cute. razor fiend guillotine human butcher shining the sharp chutes. busy sunny day in fancy new suite.
he brings sting coal to holy breath, drinks concoction, enacting a new call, breathes eruption- elfin girl in rags with straight face tames flames with chain whips, satisfying Saturn. fire twisters tea-cup wobble straight through grove of neon daisies. uncle saint volcano growls approval.

ah, the nostalgia, orange logs in black night.

pyramid of fire, softly effusing, waiting, secretly seeing. wick of the long night, tricks of the wrong fight. wasting oil n’ blood, burning faint red smudge. kid in mad hat, crashed, sleeps next to it. tweet. tweet. but off in an instant. tweet… ta tweetely burst glass birth blast, cloud. tongue ivy lick burns eye veins. Indian paintbrushes boom. cardinal thrushes high hot dots, sending in harvest moon. screeches start to rain. cloud. plasma plasters quick fright n' writhes the kid in for- skewed up pose. frozen explosion, wreathe of fiery thorns. loud. wreathe of fiery thorns. leaf. background shadow crowd and jewel thief laugh. leaf. a hurricane heat draft. daft. daft. all knowledge shouts, (deaf!) into blooming cloud.

ah, the nostalgia, orange logs in black night.

from various symbol system sources, the river changes many courses. candles floating down creek. candles floating down the creek.
from tattered pages of revelations, from the shadow flickers of meditation. candles floating down the creek. candles floating down the creek. from the romance scene of a Hollywood memory. from the tealight flares of a heroin movie. candles floating down the creek. candles floating down the creek. from the furnaced tears of a long lost rhyme. from the shattered coals of a chandeliers chime. past the wild west desert stretch of mind, candles floating down the creek.

a tipsy solipsist pusher fronts you Apple Seed. the tree shoots roots, seeping sap and sin. down the infinite earth of bugs n’ coal, bones and stuff, the roots take hold, round your cranium.

oh lords of mercy.

simple kinetic movements makes your whole brain bleed. it seizes you, freezing synapses. spindle of invisible strings shine lousy spider fluff. it makes no sense, this coincidence.

oh lords of mercy.

rapid troll speeds time, stabs you deaf and blind.

binds you with leather, makes you wither.

spins you around, knocks you down.

kicks you into a kicks you into a kicks you into a

cosmic conspiracy.

you explode into mirror chards, unfold like tarot cards shuffling through disembodied hands. you shout like tumbling boulders,

"oh the dump truck unloads back draft thoughts to front shield view. oh hear the lights flash- red, black, red,- oh the dump truck unloads back draft thoughts to front shield view."

stars burn sharp through sky. colors ingest nausea questions. man rapes landscape sours cement stenches. frightened children moan in a far out far off canyon. still field yields to forceful wind snap shields of rough horse yelps. flat horizon speeds ascension of fast engine green system. twenty million heads of John the Baptist break ground fast like coked-out cabbage. river roar of testosterone-crusted scum turds gutter chug-slush wrought with memories of squats.

you are a drunk universe chugging strong reality- puking all your seasick sins, tasting parts of life's bad end. 'lone as only One could be.

you hound to the phantasmagoric gusts to bust to resilient silk veil and forever stay frozen like fixed stones on the crown of pale understanding. pivoting between worlds, you swirl through confuscating cave-like whirls shouting, “damn the schemas of mind! oh Lord of Mercy, let me purge, oh may i purge!" to which the million head field replies, "purge..."

a Sufi saxophone hustler hands you Eucharist. the bread breaks quick into red rock bricks. down the infinite well of stained glass action panes, the bricks trickle through your spinal chord.

oh lords of beauty.

simple magnetic movements make your nerve ends fizz. it unchains you, from the insane school. spindle of invisible strings shine lustrous raveled rain. the past leads here, it now leads there.

oh lords of beauty.

serene fairy slows time, hugs you deaf and blind.

ties you with feathers, shows you the weather.

sweeps your blood, lifts you up.

greets you into a greets you into a greets you into a

cosmic ceremony.

you explode into mirror chards, unfold like tarot cards shuffling through disembodied hands. you shout like crumpling silver,

"oh, the dump truck unloads back draft thoughts to front shield view! oh hear the lights flash- red, black, red- the dump truck unloads back draft thoughts to front shield view."

sky slick slides from void. ghost shade flickers twilight substrate. word brown twirls 'round hours of clear thought vagueness. enlightened willows blow in far out far off canyon. quiet prairie ripple wind sifts 'lectric shadow veins. flat horizon twists dimension to laxed-tension bliss kingdom. twenty million camp tents flap like jammin' high volt sync bats heaven-sent. rapid rush of seratonin-crystalled silvered tinsel waters whole with memories of home.

you are a stoned universe, inhaling strong reality, blending into trillion friends, tasting parts of life's good end. whole as only One could be.

you howl to the phantasmagoric gusts to rip open the fluttering curtains and bust into pure gold like Coltrane always did. expanding into worlds, unfurling into salutating wake light whirls shouting,
"praise the schemas of soul! oh Lord of Beauty, give me the blood of the army of love." to which the sync bats reply, "of love...of love!" -the beat shrinks softer

drums beat dreams of ancestors, lion, snake, eagle, bear. visions of evolution’s raptures. haphazardly seaming to smoke, codes of nature, tap tall tales of earth, tap tap laws of water, tap hushed facts of wind, tap tap epic palm thrash stick thrust, tap tap tap hip dialect of new tribe, tap tap classic tricks of old tribe, tap

ah, the nostalgia. grey logs in blue dawn.

feather masked, bare footed, shoulders swaying humming aloof shade, pulling all her self in a sparkle’s blade. scaffold slave, bucket maid, seamstress trickster grabbing heads with spade. blazing all focus to a bell that fades, she brings sage twigs to glimn' brain, yearns to be a flower. dissipating, erasing edges, burns a shower. elfin boy in rags with rough lungs puffs fluff of cloud stuff, acting like a dragon. cannon smoke rings train track stampede straight through grove of neon daisies. auntie saint crater gleams contentment.

ah, the nostalgia, grey logs in blue dawn.

sky Page of smoke, calmly morphing waiting, secretly scribing. clear for the new day, smears have all blown away. symbol birds fly what outer mind writes. kid in mad hat, dazed, looks up at it. tweet. tweet. but down in an instant, tweet. ta tweetely. hushed flow lush grown, stream. graphite cloud sketch storms eyeball. moth battalion charges. a burrowing finch clickrr ticks. cracklin oak tree emerges. growls 'n grunts roll 'n fall. stream. sky Page combusts into letter dust. an' dripelling the kid in, he's submerged in white a blinding sight. false history now. dream. false history now. blank. nothing's what it seams. entering center giving thanks. blank. a moonbeam wink. think. think. all knowledge leaves, (blink;) in fast fading stream.

ah, the nostalgia, grey logs in blue dawn.

to various scried-out sacred scriptures, gravity sets everything in fixtures. incense gliding up earth’s rays, incense gliding up earth’s rays. to the space in science begging for a break. to the breath of plants sending us awake. incense gliding up earth’s rays. incense gliding up earth’s rays. to the lust that’s safe of a soul mate’s sigh. to the drops of sea in a baby’s cry. incense gliding up earth’s rays. incense gliding up earth’s rays. to the chords in food breezing through your tongue. to the starch in song saying we’re all One. past the either air little stir soul- incense gliding up the rays. ```