my god, this pure chance-full night,
you have opened with me, danced.

i barely made a god, and laughed with
you in the parler, we had a drink to
our ripe sanity, and cursed the many
triumphs that seemed like nothing then.

it's a tru-fox, a vengeful lioness,
dancing on my head, messing up my
bed, playing me for dead.

i will i will
tag you
without symbols
without everything
without

you may be a mystery now
but if i saw you then thru
power of you own eyes
i as body doesn't question
blood, pourous ghosts
shimmering metal
praying without hands
totally full.