And big lips for the word
And Buddhahood
And death.
Touch the cup to these sad lips
Let the purple grape foam
In my gullet deep
Spread saccharine
And crimson carnadine
In my vine of veins
And shoot power
To my hand
Belly heart & head—
This Magic Carpet
Arabian World
Will take us
Easeful Zinging
Cross the Sky
Singing Madrigals