And these are profiles and points of view I guess.
My [INAUDIBLE] Collage.
Seven rolls of heavenly blue enclose
the garden of the ginkgo trees.
Four walls, three inner walls, and their malodorous winds
arise amid lewd statues of pubescent boys.
Your gracious pardon.
In the world of the mind these are decayed toys.
There a ferocious growth about a fountain.
Sap oozing plants and thick cockscombs
attract flies and roving swarms of wild bees.
The empty palace of the eunuchs recalls the doubtful pleasures
of atrophy.
Squeezed minds licking themselves beside the gold
carp sluggish under the waterfall.
Who danced there with white bellies like full moons.
Painted in jeweled faces.
Distended breasts and scorpion pointed nails,
are merely bones resting under a sponge of deciduous leaf.
The female fruit rots and smells.
And is disturbed by incurious toads and lizards.
The cries of the fat dogs whether lingering or brief
are dried as the water which was perpetual.