01/20/04

the divine pleroma is with you,
you are my Yellow Sea,
having divined the path of the Silk,
even gossamer of the silkworm
silkwood hides to meet you,

forever you spoke, those words were choices,
and over the signs,
i spoke to you and thought,
surely she is a woman
who makes me forget
all those idiots who believe everything
they hear and sue you
if they dont like you.

my heart travels to venice, venicia, to
italia, to the statues of craftsmen
and the sensuous heros of italia
el dento
melodramatica, dellarosa:
and if you would have the psyche
of angels, deliver me from those
who persecute me,
bear false witness against me
because they are afraid...

i have something in my hand
which calls me and methinks,
there is something dangerous indeed
in the souls of fools...