frenetic hums dull
as a creaky mega-clops
awaits its
bronzed alligator.
with summer's day
free
he clutches and tears
mystery to see
etched in the finest
join-up:
`that of formless beauty'
just that in
what must be a universal
language
the impression reads
circle blackness:
z. basheer
and wonder gives way to
wonder gives way to wonder
gives way to won...
he hears shadows swim on
cave walls
and resound in sweltering
null.
alligators
fearing
light fall will
not sing.
and in some kingdom
that retched plato
is already
smiling
smiling.