Desolate mountains with a philistine angel on top
The heavens’ pale lights terminally wielding;
White scapular with odorous jasmine wings,
Must undress of
Lush glimmering fire.
Innumerable blazing hallucinations;
The grey earth with its fathomless midnights
Forsaken and drunken of the blues
With a white philistine angel expiring above lesser fields – – –
Reality is the biggest enemy we’ve ever had.