Where did you trickle in upon Reunited circles and not leave rings?
In sappy finger swaths you pain over the desert and then --
Back beyond the wall of white
Dust and blankets of mauve
Clouds like jellies
You sing heroic about the truth of love
Hearing only rustling sounds of brush
Sweeping across Arizona
In a letter
With eleven stamps
Far too many
But who was counting?
Nary an archetype of dinosaur spine
The way a fan cuts through a room
Or an Egyptian shell breathes Nile fire
You alone look behind
Seeing what has been unsung for too long
Needing a candle drawn close
Then with a whisper from windows yonder
A bend and flutter
A hunk of cocaine
Then back to a combed tableau
Remember those crumbs?
Next to the jug?
What is to come -- I have no answers of my own
But it will be Ultra absorbent
Soft to the touch
All purpley and
Ruby Red
Pointing in all directions
A flickering in night's orphanage
With light years in between
Robert Hunter
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