I saw her in the newspaper A subtle breath of hair A wisp of intense clarity A swish, a sparkle, a glint Shining, magical spirit Awakening, dull, slothful Fairly dead to the world I looked upon her soft, soft face She carved my sickful soul With sweeping sabres Silent swords Until cracked, sharp A ray of sunshine Struck Snakes in my mind, slipped away Energetic rhythms erupted Simultaneous thoughts of beautiful women From my youth, my past Suddenly alive