Within the instant of a flint-spark
Between that gentle frame of sleep and awake
She was in my mind's eye
Hair like the dawn; eyes intent on mine
Between that gentle frame of sleep and awake
She was in my mind's eye
Hair like the dawn; eyes intent on mine
Lost quickly
As a long-aged memory
The image crumbled into a landscape of the Ancients:
Dark skies and magic dances
As a long-aged memory
The image crumbled into a landscape of the Ancients:
Dark skies and magic dances
Taking an uncontrollable turn
My mind hovered over a warm stew
Savoring the earthy lima beans, the sweet corn
The incense of mellowed herbs
My mind hovered over a warm stew
Savoring the earthy lima beans, the sweet corn
The incense of mellowed herbs
Knowing the tricks a mind will play
On those soon to pass,
I begged the Spirit
“Spirit, am I dying?”
On those soon to pass,
I begged the Spirit
“Spirit, am I dying?”
All thought rushed away as the ground-shaking gunshot of Proudhon rang in the ear of my mind:
Property Is Theft!
Property Is Theft!
In the glow of that musket-fire
A gentle calm took its control
The paradoxically sweet
Yet biting perfume of a vanilla spiced sipping rum.
A gentle calm took its control
The paradoxically sweet
Yet biting perfume of a vanilla spiced sipping rum.
Over this divine dram
The Spirit confided:
“Only in the best of ways.”
The Spirit confided:
“Only in the best of ways.”