Someday it will vanish but until that time comes let me stroke it up high, lick it down low worship its girth through the eyes of a silly dog as there shall be few opportunities to ingest the real taste of autumn leaves hovering above a green patch of grass, silvery light near the height of a bloody full moon But as you may have never come to know the significance of partial shade in the dark, a formative crescent, there might be other shapes and sizes to guide you to your new chosen place to live In a crystal eyepiece, there may be other planets coming down along the way, a chance to listen to angels, hear the rustling of an onion, all of it blown past the rocks, the shards, fragments, broken chips, buildings in the towns and cities With the sound of a trumpet it shall be ablaze, sound the feudal horn, witness the desolation, the pit, the mine, the valley, a quarry, the moving of the mark Into the sea it will flow, sad rubies, glimmering jade, a place for me and you But ultimately it will all come crumbling through the soil, fresh petunias, flowers in the dirt Because it is the sea where it shall be, cast amidst the tailspin, rumble in the jungle, hold up, jackpot, crack pot, can of piss, rocket ship, hazy days, incontrovertible little blue daisy chain for it will all come simmering down the turnpike, a severed ear, lost eye, tragedy in the end Listen to the sound of trouble brewing, inconsistency, instability, burnt orange, apple pie, piedmont truffle But the sea does have rhythm, there is no bitter pill, only sad medicine for those who are among us all Bird dogs proffering, be-bop-a-lu-la, retired coins, odoriferous perfume, gorillas in the mist Still this is the place where it all once was, a penny for your thoughts, a dollar for your mind Black sheep in the garden, pistol whip, violent rain, trees bending round Summer mountain, winter cave, flexibility for the beaten camp, time for a brand new rave With invisible ink there might be many sites that you have not seen Dreamy hash potatoes, collards, moon pie, green tomato, chili sauce, French fries How can it all be done again, perhaps there is no other way So enjoy it while you have it because after it leaves you, there will be no return Opening nights are casual heights, a place to scale a forgotten fish, big bites are in heaven standing next to a wooden stool, three peat, sacrificial meat a drawbridge near the moat.