The Magical Bird in the Magical Woods

i saw the slot of the sun

the final cut of the sun

start like a hare

over the shoddy grey walls

i saw you dimple and crease

and turn a card from the pack

by your bed

as though swords, cups, discs and wands

might tumble into your head

and give you a glimmer of something profound

but your gods made no sound

the gods made no sound

your gods made no sound

you were cartwheel and sommersault

but not at your ease

i was not at my ease

as through unfolding vistas

of dullness and deadness

i saw the metal buckets

fatigued and buckled

with nimbus of rustflowers

in sheds by the lake

i was already falling and fallen and lost

and it was not at your cost

and i was not at my ease

and it was not at your cost

by aimless pools with no surprise

i counted the flickerings of your eyes

and saw the magical bird

in the magical woods

fly over the hills

and far away

from the sea it's you i see

by the glowing seashore it was you that i saw:

the magical bird in the magical woods