Soldiers Hang

I the soldiers on the walls they hang Is this a siege? A siege of the brain? Are the soldiers clambering the fort of the brain? The Soul? The Inner Soul? of sudden honey dripped down the wall as in buckets thrown from elfin hands and it was night. startled the soldiers stopped. the honey scented the stop the seige feast on the honey. the soldiers on the walls they hang O Earth O Mother Earth O Mother II the brain must not be stuffed with the same stuff and remain and remain and remain whither the brain stem from ancient times it has so much to speak but speaks not our language but in neuron shocks hormones directions and all that goes with the earth's city capital. I must move, evolve, and move and more evolve, more move. III A cycle in evolution goes. Let evolution as of cycles be. the gas of yellow fever in the brain pregnant with discoveries discoveries of Principles theories that be the things that once read we will touch and have - see, see look into, read, my philosophy and neglect not my science equally. IV a gas that predominant in current waves along the straits in a brain passed strutting head held high in the pebbly beach not far small light short and pig tailed walk but all be light no eyes but little feet that on the scalded pebbles walk around anon a mist will rise will form fro molecules in surprise that by chance and accident of magic sheer they came V palms in the town fresh winds neighing their ways from the white waved sea edges and the salty spume and tricks of nocturnal magic. the town is red and deep of midnight comes near midnight almost be. the beach solitary be clear for the dance of the satyrs fauns elves nymphs and all the rest of the sub-conscious tribe. hear! hear! the dance noises as silver waves appear.