Lullaby
Do you dream of pleasant things:
of ships and moons and Saturn's rings
of cold black vacuum, the heat of the stars
of celestial visions, the dry plains of Mars.
Sleep dear child and live your dreams
that when morning wake, you may conceive the means
And see in the pebble the vastness of space
and the universe compacted in one tiny place.
Dream if you will of the blue of the sky
and dream of the sound of the wind in the rye.
Know that this earth is but a place where you rest
a lovely round playground, a comfortable nest.
See all around you the perfection of all.
Sleep pretty child, let your head fall.
Know that you're loved by all of us here
and know that I find you especially dear.
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Her sordid summer symphonies
were like luscious languid lazy leaves
the true never chant
but cry in gorgeous language
men must soar and watch eternity
they use their power over shadow
to dream & worship & love
bare breasted beauties
She recalled sweating lust
by the sea
music like mad honey licking at the goddess
the woman loved the delirious sky
still as a diamond after a storm
you are frantic thinking about him
may you whisper sweet lather
two elaborate blue pictures
you above and me beneath
visions can rob
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