doors open, doors close, all around us, worlds are being born. . . . . leaves fall stars abide I wonder if it will ever be true. . . . . The road is even pegs hang the clothes up down comes the rain. . . . . Trees straddle the mountain like green corn. . . . . My pillow holds worlds, in its sway. . . . . the force enters and I awake, the flower. . . . . on a wave I ride, to the sun my heart , centred. . . . . radiant hues a groundless swell. sun’s beckoning, Encounter. . . . . A glimpse A return. A maze. . . . . I search, for eyes, meaning, Delight, Electricity. . . . . Glamour, and peaches Like ice-cream Befuddle. . . . . Eventually, all things, are, addled.