Tiredness between the shoulder blades Revolves like twin two ton propellers.

The rowing of the raft, catamaran, And canoe, however, must continue!

In a whirlwind of unseen insects, Breathing heat, climb the vines.

Somewhere in this forest too, Hides a sliver of water, a violent pain!

I am a dream entering a room Whose walls are thoughts.

I am a skein drawn taut across the face of a hollow dream.

I am a desire smoldering at the roots of your hair, the skein of your sex.

I am a light over fermenting wine Held in chalices of seasons and desires.

I am a cylinder of glass, a doorway Though which a blue light enters to illuminate,

These entwined words and worlds!