walk this road, black hood down
while somewhere in the universe
the golden Galapa-Clackits mate
inside their molten fiery egg.
Every point in this world
has an alternate stain, every soul
a separate set of strings.
Have you seen the square-shaped
moon, velvet purple veined like
spiders poised in a milky web?
In a room made of voices,
these walls have heard strange
pulses like drums or heavy boots
the sound of lead and bells
dancing across the neon arches.
I'm not crazy but we are together
twisted, two hearts whose mouths
have never kissed, whose fallen lives
two separate dreams. I know who
you are. I wish I could have met you.
I've seen the unseen-