Maddening village

I went in madness

In spirit and soul

And Imagination

And met a woman, as beautiful as the Queen of the Elves

In one of her shapes

And became in thrall

And the broken city

Shattered it’s glass shards

In echoes of melancholy

In its angles

Aiming at my heart

(Can you believe, now?)

She sat

A reverie in her dark outline

A slipping into a dream-wave in her hair

Soft and warm

Like a friends heart

That holds the night in its strong breast

Outlining my future

In the palm of her hand

The past

And a moment that hangs

Like a moon

Or a single seashell suspended in a giant ocean

This, in the city gone to night

Demons in human masks or is that

Humans in demon masks

Or who’s behind and why can’t they think,

With no heart or head or eyes,

Where am I

In this mad city

Where to lay my head?

I wander, shoes wear

Like a rip tide against the masks

I bring up the roads

I outrage

I discuss with the animal realms

I search those masks:

Behind which is the Queen?

My madness

Echoes

I saw a cicada

But didn’t know it was a cicada

So long since I saw one

And I go searching the masks,

Despite the rabid mob,

So long