listen –!
hear the wounded man
sway slowly
slowly and vaguely
with a large palm-tree
he sways
the palm stretches bending
the palm arises
the palm sways
longer thinner lightning
sways
shrinking thickening
sinking
slowly in a pleasing distant sound
over a rattling lake of black hearts
small waves of flat shining hearts
quickly rolling ebonite-waves
tripping ringing
without a trace disappearing
low surfs –
the palm sways
to the lament of frail hands
casts silver-shadow
of flickering distant trumpet-dance
over the lake –
sways –
flees –