the morning in the mind leaping toward poles of Canada &
Paterson, illuminating all the motionless world of Time between, Peyote
solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery storefront boroughs of
teahead joyride neon blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree who
chained themselves to subways for the endless floated out and sat
through the streets of shuddering cloud and lightning in the lake, who
went out whoring through