Part IV Neon moss growing infectiously over my doubted pages of rantings Untouched forests of rapturess quakings and second comings of the messiah Scrupulous Chinese art and monestaries humming the steady hum of cicadas and locusts Clinging to existence to await my reincarnation of what is me, sustaining the laws of karma Crystal faced and sucking down the midnight rain as it washes away the unclean impulses Raging blood flowing thru my figure and short lived adrenaline movements Bullet trains staggering thru the mountainous tracks of the snow blanketed Tibet Prayer wheels have stopped for the time being Monks have dawned on their last thought for the hour Evening hour journeys to far distant unknown realms of bliss and Nirvana Sitting thru the hours of thoughtless slumbers and spells of mind blockage I have forever seen the answer and evade the retreating to another Death and life synchronizing the time of purgatorial endurance Stemming out among the masses of editorial caresses and the jingle of steel caged minds Forgotten streets in the illuminated cities, festering with Negroes and addicts Grey run down grime of sewage and unused tar insulating the weak Helplessly trotting the inferior, the unusual, the abnormal If I could push my soul outwards and saturate your body with love and stillness Embodied personnel sending and receiving complex puzzle recognitions Swaying towards the pastures, I have thoughts of your lonely spirit Melancholy days, the sun shines thru the window, my death is upon the world Hanging tortures in the closet and folding away the miniscule praises of yesterdays past Loathing my self conscious ranting and separatory angle on life and the living I have journeyed deep within my mind, and opened doors that should not have been even ajared Never to venture to those realms of sorrowful blues and warped sentiments of the earth Asking never shall those animosities rupture from my mouth and re open those doors Have you ever seen the melancholy days strolling into the living room?
