Taurean mass
as much as any other.
old numbers sold as spent one zodiac.
safe with the knowledge of mirrors
I see, therfore, far beyond the elbow of my craft.
touch it, watch it eat.
it has more mouths than a telephone dare ring.
white pearls with molars!
what is this that beckons brittle jaws
to bear no grudge the flaws of one so shrewd?
it is the hands that drill for oil that scare me most.
old gossip comes of old times
with a tale to tell of twice about the sinking of a mood.
how far from the tree will the stellar tide
ride with the pale wet leaves of a new-born calf?
this age demands an image.
not grass of yellow autumn
that comes from mood of man and beast beyond.
life beyond one movement.
as roses might in amber laid
red overwraught in orange with all made;