Along a path of women

What can I say, I saw you all, celestial nurses, the roads were plentiful with stars

What could I say to everyone who passed, too fast? How, ‘mid this life of mine

Outside this schiz mind, arrive sight of beautiful women on fumes of traffic

Love in the human race arrives in nebulae dust, on clouds of cars, as if angels lay

Hidden, women in the long grass. What can I say, I couldn’t tell if it was you,

But, ‘mid this new heaven, stay my purpose, stay true, to one is to all – that be you