Weasel Of The Dark Lights

Weasel of the dark lights Night of snowy peaks Sub-conscious The brain asserts, asserts… Glow of the barrels Of ale that were Alighted in the dusk When the first rat Had put forth out Its head: All is united All into the other Inter-transforms… Therefore and accordingly We go round and round As Ixion in his punishment As the silent donkey round The watermill: Again and again and again. That is why That be why. That be how. Verses are thus molded And We so often same topics Revert to Though we go round and Round: . Silent! A Voice in the heavens Speaks: "Better transform and re-transform And be Cyclical around and round Then Stony non-transformation Chill.'