all dull beside the spring

so comely
the absolute
deception the spirits
envision
wanting and
long shadows, beneath the mist
i awaken to candy, to foolish
adventuring
the already
fled monsters- so luminous in
the earth, crowned blue,
grave massive gems, grotesque
behind the wind- where the
day is hard
& across the
water a ticking clock
plagiarist, communist,
the manual
suggests a traveler
leaving
his hotel with out knowing why
while around his
vacant eyes the city burns
out gasoline and cruel need