I double humped round in roses

                                    charm some vision in a paper cup.

                                    Old Orestes from a diamond moon

                                    rises from stained glass and finds

                                    no meaning beyond my movement.

            But only when worlds collide

                                    will the silence of my Trojan Seas

                                    protect me from his desert sands.

                                    I am now an o-as-is only

                                    but dare drink my deeper waters

                                    you last king in a sandman’s dust.