No. 37 - from the Collections of Surrealistica Poetica Enchanted, calibrated, seized - a fractured intention Programmed or deliberated, a chemical infuriated Riding hell blown stilts, heavy nails bring them down Rabbit, warm in yesterdays sun now in the fields of woe On that eternal run (a catch-less chase) Look! Shadows converge, black blankets rolling dunes A moonless night, not a trace or whisper of loving light Winged fiends fly on shrieks of shame and doubt Engulfed, the granite of terror - a shard and a slice Julius where are we tonight - your fur in crimson light A mirage on these dunes for reflections, for deceptions The echo of barren cliffs, of splintered notes and hopes Against! That damned abracadabra sparkles at us Hunched, not in pain only to unleash a hidden disdain Undoing and splitting - pulling at the final stitching Now, over the ego and horizon as emerging rays tell A redirected conviction, sound perspectives, a proud swell The ripple and the soundless quake, realigning in the wake Chrysalis imbued in newest hues, cracking in the morning sun A new shadow, the armadillo comes, his shell growing fast