THE SILKEN CANEWALK²⁰¹

from whichever End you turn
you will have to come back to The Other one

--Things are confined to That: Ah, but
provide yourself any quaint candycane excuse
you can (with which to walk by)
The Gods observing you

with great aplomb & grand determination
on your side; as if you knew
there was Some Aim, some Purpose awaiting you
at The Other End--the other side of
whence you came            

                ... They'll
never know the difference, where they stand
(forever), never having trespassed either
End, & will undoubtedly think
(the jerks!) that with Such Determination: You
surely must be headed to your rightful End)

--The Gods will admire you, envy
you, as you go right by them to Your Own End, &

leaving them where they stand--There, right
in The Middle of nowhere

DIALOGUES OF THE GODS: In sentimental garlands
oftentimes her hair is dressed.

In passionate displays of Grace her breath
still bound O with Th'scents of limes
yet hanging from their boughs
in stressed bouquets.

O let us wrap our half-
airy domains with her warm & resilient

touch! Ah, but although I follow
you into th'scorn of saddest sacred things,
yet must we robe this freshness
of The Flesh with a much finer Love than the brief
& rending Spring's                          

                  --Are we the ones to shun
the deep attractive contemplation of her beauty's
Best, for our worst tenuity? ²⁰²

Is it The Utter Truth of her soft flowing
Flesh pains our immediate hard
affections' sensible
Imagination... &

FADE AWAY --