act I

oh Morning! splendid unforgiving petrified
memory tree of life leaves death its Birth;
in the gallery of fame, memory, takes its time
breathing.

moon keeps a secret while Mother Earth slowly bleeds
and man holds a picture of needs like a babe suckling
at his mothers breast. undefined lines of Character
encircling eyes. Laughter ceases to amaze me, or
anyone, now.

Clouds travel now
slowly

an appease of time whence light shed
upon crystal water. Diamonds floating
to nowhere just floating.

baskets of flowers dispell Mournings Glory;
there is no path for reason while the secret moon
becomes less than the light of darkness.

i drink
from diamond waters.