EPILOGUE
PICKED AN EYE LIKE A FLOWER TO PUT ON A BAG
TO HIDE THE SUN BUT THE RAYS KEPT STREAMING
FORTH: SLOWLY IT BURNED AND HUNG THERE IN
SPLENDOR. DARK-WAND OF DREAMDOOR SWAL-
LOWED: VISION EMERGED IN PALE BOOBY HOUSE
HAUNTED IN GLASS - METAL HAUNTED IN CLOUD-
HOPE HAUNTED IN BLOOD - SUFFERING. BINDING
ROPES OF WRETCHED BREATH STRUNG IN NETS
OF DEATH, A DIRECT GAZE FELL UPON GORGON:
SIMPLY HONEST. |
