Necessity grabs you in a dream

And squeezes you into an avocado salad

Only the pure is real

                but we must exist

With the dross of this world

 

The full moon drags you out, howling

From your dull and maniac routine

cup well river rain

                the moisture in you eye

what have these in common?

 

Then you loins boil under some invisible flame

A vessel you are emptiness containing all things

Cold spider-web time

                Delicate as rain drops glinting

To betray the pane

 

When will you discover the power

To not know?

A paper cup floats

                on the lake, turns into a crane

and flies away