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you are all a lost generation -- Gertrude Stein ? I Once hallowed encephalon cavernous cerebral chasms now less serene ruptured n' spleen Subjected to ravenous days? Days n' illumination? n' summers hibernation? Awaiting eschatology and Madonna's divination In summers somnolent slumbers I was told In dreams of all truths and history's scrolled and what a fair delication to unfold truth rings from the shell aft each reeling beak's descent Forsake of the shell's salty fleshes derivment A fleshy flower buds on the briar To pluck and dissect or leave to admire Death in creation dreaming awakes, awakenings dream In our waking weakness lies perfection But, oh how sweet to dream Subjected to my piety in blinding ruth did I in dreaming sin for sooth? Had Queen Mab or Archimago twist my thrice twisted dreams with lies, abashing and which in violence dance and beam As waves with phosphorus' glow they in guise clever crashing: gleam false sooth, in golden pools of indigo ever changing yet constant As waves upon the shore singing Sometimes soft and melancholy Sometimes malice, as to destroy Death in creation dreaming awakes, awakenings dream In our waking weakness lies perfection But, oh how sweet to dream II Oh my visage how it pales in the light beside... her my madonna my oracle my day Darkness in its defined fray and I Amidst a Yeats' Byzantine nightmare to linger, to consist, to decay, an ill-stared heir a doxology, pregnant with heterodoxy. Paling in comparison, in cavernous fright days n' days and infinite blight Static tremors. Intangible vibrations Winter Summer Solstice Hibernation To seek what lay beneath the countenance of the Madonna the purity The past I prospectively reap n' seep n' sow The city's concrete catacombs glow The future in night day's abrasive in its own right reside in the day confide in night Rage, rage and endless blight in dreaming escape day n' days of a lifetimes endless death, in love Death in creation dreaming awakes, awakenings dream In our waking weakness lies perfection But, oh how sweet to dream