Mirror mirror on the wall
Who is fairest of all
Cancerian death
Or the sulphurious life
Which abide by their might
Where angels sing
And wash their wings
And gods write
Annals of spite
For the serried
Wind
Or the mittened mankind
And the ghosts roam
Bereft of strife
Casting shadows
In moonlit night.

I am no body
I am no thing
Voices or no touch
Flowers and no strings.

Sailing on
Sailing by
Across death
Across life
Spacing out into spaceless
Where tensile time resides
Past body’s wanderings
Past its constant chimes.

Mirror mirror on the wall
Who is fairest of all
Distant dirges
Or a cloudy romance
A marbled pen
Or the poet’s stance.