Western Eyes

circa 04-04:

WESTERN EYES

Western Eyes: Manifest you

Serpent

Have you slithered/crawled in my

Dreams

Down her wet stream; which

Bade me

Drank, and then became –

A child of a mother, pure tree

Fruit

Of which I must consume:

Give my lover her perfume

I was born of each moment

Caught my reflection

In the whirlpools in

Which the City was not

Built to digest

I am the formulation

Completely, of the circumstances

That brought me into

Being

Epri