Last Chance

1-in the last chance let me at least some joy that when lips move not I will at least at last have some joy in the face: help me help me. 2-the thoughts as in a body live of flesh and bone at home with the emotions thrive let there be no wall between them for indeed they inter-transform they shift and rattle and be life 3-in the changing mood of things there's the match that lights the fires of life the fires Promethean the will of iron forged from so-called weakling fire and semi-molten particles and all be relative O Earth O Mother Earth 4-can we term life a book of chapters? would you like to sail through a book of chapters? Then you must have chapter after chapter. For me I had chapter after chapter rallying against dissolving hostilities of life. To life. the wild weasel in the throes of breath it closed its eyes slow indeed chapter by chapter 5-tiger of light tiger of life tiger of currents electrical and wave shocking and stinging of life to life tiger your eyes be as rocks that battle the spume and waves that for decades every night or day or almost climbing erode salty and stealthy the hard rocks endowed from genesis kissed by first Dawns. 6-when the lips beat together in a frightened grip then that's where light the last fires of life that were reserves they will slow fall as houses crumble slow beneath the onsets of the scratching winds. the time beat on its bosom frightened and enraged simultaneous O Earth O Mother Earth 7-on its bare bosom to the wind Freedom that came with Dawn torments herself in pain and suffering: she saw a little after Dawn with a God-like view how the drear Earth albeit that the lower dogs of Earth had been released and the smaller fires lighted on. Still pain, still suffering taught and propped Earth to hobble and survive. 8-there be the Dawn the shout the scream this Dawn was not as other Dawns it had in it fragrance and scents of other days of dross and drear: even the dogs beneath the statue of the Day they woke not too but in safe sub-conscious they slumbered on. the waters became twilight though the day was just beginning. O Earth O Mother Earth 9-9-Merciless swung the day the Day of Wrath was nearing already I human cadaver was surfeiting with tongue outstretched: popped out my eyes. My brain still sovereign untouched within its ramparts and its bastions went: the charge was strong the charge was hostile together let us go to touch the wreath the laurel wreath not of Poet Seers, my Monsignor, but of blood suffering and tinged red. the door half-closed the door half-open a Pandora's box the house of it is I the Poet Seer - that's why half-open I be Pandora's box. 10-a twitching road here and there running up the hill to where the Fountain of Life Waters flourished up and down the waters fell: in them the scroll of Principles where writ the Principles of life and of Immortality was transformed long ago: long ago the scroll was mass and now energy flowed as through the streams that went up and down the Fountain of Life Waters up the hill and mazing roads to it. O Earth O Mother Earth O Mother 11-Open your eyes: scent the Principles there was a church at night its doors were open and there were dim lights: and censers swinging and scents and smoke unto the grimy ceilings rising: the dreaming brain of sudden found a fat wave current of million wave currents composed blocking the vision, sound and all in train: the eyes opened slow and slow and slow and of a sudden lo! The Dawn and the first lights the Time to go