And the billowing shrouds
of weighted, aged clouds,
from frustrated perspective first,
offered beyond its tearful pains
scene,
virgin light and ancient color due dance,
can only dream or faith
fashion origin,
to Irish lullaby
orphan "bastard",
look,
breath,
in the moaning current
of all history's whore,
former lines exceed repeat.

On Unassuming Bluffs infinite Mosaic of Colors Trinity,
Dance on,
On,
on Prancer, promenade
on my freed Sea of the Broken stained See
saunterly break Leaves
I lay
Whisper Breathe
Create
Symphony in Saffron Beams translucent Satin Keys
through Willowing Living Doors Dead
Entreat,
not while Aye Him but She
be Thou
yet less or more moreover This and Thee,
none ever cease, did
Thebes or These,
only Form
varied likeness
still fully given former He,
what matter Seems
our Senses Magically
Uniquely Am Antiquity
Still Are Presently
differ none Gracefully, of in Portrait find
Maestro
Painter
Bee
equally,
on Rhythmic Feet We likewise conversely Me