copyright June 1, 1974; Gary
Cool, green, blue soft wet flesh enveloped in love; soft, tinkling love. Bumps don't strike. Time is late. Warm yellow bright flames flicker.
Dawn is on, speedily on. Crawling bumps. Time is late Time calls on through protective boxes.
Bars clink. Safety bars enclose, becoming water. Time is late; wrapped with string, slowly snapped.
Flailing hands hate God in a tunnel, on a raft with no oars; But, time is late, like ants on a corpse they come. Alone...
Is there no one like a circle? The hands whirl around. A circle is found. A square with hammered corners; But, corners swell wrapped with string, slowly snapped.
Blows hit, striking deep.
Time... Time... Time...
Time for nothing. Time is late, hunting for a mirror to see the sky. Stars. A million stars, one by one.
The ants are near. Distance is relative. Dawn is on speedily on crawling bumps
Time is late. Time calls on through protective boxes; carefully wrapped in silver; But, stars cannot be seen for my head stays in the way.
One candy is kept wrapped closely slowly sweet. Sharing stones stone for stone. Two pillars to hold stronger.
The ants are near Time is late... Must merely turn, and look. The stars are diamonds shared by one. Ants step step step step.
Time is late. I'm a diamond, sparkles as another timeless diamond. Ants are near. Time is long.
Bodies grow old. Timeless diamonds. Cool, green,
blue soft wet flesh enveloped in love soft, tinkling love.