the midnight solitude-bench dolmen-realms of love, dream of
life butchered out of the pure vegetable kingdom, for Eternity
outside of Time, & now Denver is lonesome for her heroes, who fell on
their knees in the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went,
leaving no broken hearts, through snow toward lonesome farms in
grand-father night, who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the coma by our own
souls' airplanes