You are not a single Z
but the essence
of originality and creativity,
as in these few words ,
you exhibit the cause of our very being

...''...the marrow and the circumstance
when all is clear in that moment
of oblivion.....what essence of ecstasy

I remember three gals,
teens discussing what it was,
the human male penis .

Wild man illustrated man silent man
speak
unsay yourself
wild woman unwritten woman Goddess
sublime
sing your serpent's tongue
split the cosmos
and show your asshole,
show how it all began
poet be damned, poet be the mouth
that knows no song when all else fails
the truth, do not rest upon your
written page, rage
the devil's delivery
rage upon Shiva's dance
let all things come together
as if by chance, the morrow,
the marrow and the circumstance

Birth of a dream,
Creation of imagination,
Humanity in calm unity,
Progress of a man and his dream,
And the whole wide world to live free,

Islands forged by great nations,
And it all began on the foundation of an idea,
A plan,
A thought,
A dream,

Poets go to line the streets,
To take a mental picture of the scene,
And to put it all in words,
To put it all in actions,
To put it in peoples imagination,

Far away in Fairyland
Where sea met gilded shore,
Ere sun and moon shone over land,
With blossom, evermore.

And in fields of scented grass
Two kingdoms stood aside.
Within a high, cold mountain pass,
There stood a third, astride.

In kingdom each was a hall
Of gold, of silv' of iron;
Three Houses raised after the fall
Of King Anelion.

Those kings were brothers from their birth,
And brotherlike they were;
They shared their sorrows and their mirth,
And stood together wherever.