I let the hawk
drop
my apparition
into The Nile delta
that infinite river
of another CAOS
made of images red gray black orange
flames too sacred
for description
for I am no longer King Khafre
I am a dreamer
no he will not obey
he acts on his own volition
baisses vous dans un océan surréaliste
de l'imagination subconsciente
yet such visions
in this new perdition
of images 形 产生幻觉的
that are oblique
خفي
are all ultimately
sans importance
I recall when
I met the real hawk
in the valleys
of Dessert Hot springs
after blacking out
from dehydration
but isn’t maturity
the ability to see
beyond imagination
to reality
dreams no longer vivid
subtle perceptions
sensitivity
awareness
lost potency
as I get ar meisce
my friend
now a stranger
sie bestrafen mich
and alienate me
because I write alone
quietly
on the couch
of a friend’s home
populated
by UCSC polo players
I miss responsibility
to someone
too much slavery
and freedom
coexisting
but I can’t change
consciousness
as I overanalyze
motivations
in others
and in me
and I suffer
loneliness
misunderstanding
neuroses
drug abuse
dissatisfaction
separation
lack of communication
known by some
as the ritual of תַבעֵרָה
that purging ordeal
it seems so ordinary