In a neutron hail. Brain burned with a late awareness And sensuous acceptance of atomic flowers. And the oracular acceptance of that dawn. Yellow flowers part the mind in latent thirds. The bed is yellow as the music was Her throat pulses with Protozoic suns.
Dead fish turn their glazed eyes to the shifting fog.
A polite cough, imploring wet roses under white stars. And smelly tidal flats where crows pick over The vomited bodies of sea gulls. A dark truck hurtling the cosmos. Time riding your arced silence, the dragon's tears. In the dragon's eye.