The heart full of eyes And drunken words for warships The peeled-back black bell The queen of queendom and sandface The broken and wrecked heart Beating deeper than the night watcher The myth you kept close to your breast Than I am kind or some kind Eternal hello under Sassania And the kings of dust Their pineal lineage transmuted By gorse and geese The ticks and the lice and the five bridges All playing monkeys in my heart And gathered dogs for tea And tune them into ladders For the DogStar ascent To the wretched galaxy That is ever Neverland Plato wrote of you in Grotto Saurat wrote of you in Chartres Soso spake Greek to Peter Piling books and seeds This is the shed In which I keep the dead The open mouth for mouths and rocks The house of beloved mice With whom I could not lie or lay The Graal whom I could not sing sweetly enough To touch out the thunder and argent Lightning washing over the love And brotherhood and wisdom that shuttled Away down the Golden Pumpkin River The mist drowned over my eyes and heart The mist took me by utter surprise cats Who snuggled and cuddled me into the nix and the nox And knocked at the door and knocked me onto the floor Below her I fell into Terminal explosion from apples and Edens And fed the swans once or twice And gave rides to the red rager And on that fragile roundabout Not far from heaven I saw the sun swallow with a yip and a yes And saw the lint gliant in her eyes And the owl shot shot with paraboxes Into that teen twine we fell together And shouted and shuddered And held breasts kissed lips And dreamt of Kingdoms and Queendoms And matched wine with fire And switched funnels snatched Open pain open