VOLUME 6 TABLE OF CONTENTS

INSTRUMENT SHADOW

JW with Kingsmen, nothing to do with Louie Louie, caption reads: band lures customers to (now defunct) new shopping mall.  No mention of music, we only provided pheromones and teen draw. Thus we question our existence. My instrument and shadow of things ever changing a path between the dream written and remembered my hand-painted speech, my thunder, my flower girl nude on a funeral horse, round of being, end of desire; nature’s energy put into sound, singing wild the wood gods blowing spirals inward, molecules of ancient spring a mushroom for a day, drunk on despair, you sort whispers and share bad dreams, my paradise weighs heavily. Covenant rose, life of  glimmer, a clue that my obscurity ends, you lead me into delusion, hide sensitivity in a dark eye, pilfer through my secrecy, my lost halls and rooms of Id and toy with me to become your form, your wrinkle of joy. So, let me lift you, sing through me the purpose of the test, the nature of imagination, logic of a labyrinth crossed. Am I no more, the beastie killed, lost with my creation? Is that the applause of the world or Judgment of The All? My fever too remote, my breath of Saturn worthlessness a cosmic psyche, lady-soul, omni-female breathing on an infant poet brain, my empty role, a forbidding mind to store eternal efflorescence, my rhapsody, your encore. Instrument shadow is drafting room terminology for drawing in bad light.

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