Barren basin brooding,
Voices in the valley;
Woe to wolves that wander,
Go to find no galley
Danger in the desert,
Chafing off to Charon;
Wall of wailing wasted,
All your hopes, but barren
Barren basin brooding,
Voices in the valley;
Woe to wolves that wander,
Go to find no galley
Danger in the desert,
Chafing off to Charon;
Wall of wailing wasted,
All your hopes, but barren
Calling out of chaos
Voices barely vailing
Herds amid the hailstorm
Words like wind and wailing
Dreading fates so dreary
Hearing phantoms falling
In the shaman’s shadow
Is no common calling
Sadness saps the server
Calls the kind for caring
Wanting what is waning
Daunting in its daring
He was here for healing
Mind of man and madness
So much junk, a jailing
Almost sunk by sadness
Wasted down in darkness
Nobody is knowing
How the heart is heavy
Shuns the part of showing
In the instants inward
Terrors took and tasted
Haunting hateful hoping
Wanting what’s been wasted
Fathers: dote on daughters
Do not leave them lacking
Know that they need nurture
So don’t sit there, slacking
Not much time to treasure
Don’t get bound by bothers:
Warmed to grow to greatness
Formed by loving fathers
Ocean sitting silent
Since the spell was spoken:
Space to rouse the ruined
Vital vows were broken
By the Gulf for golden
Gladness made in motion:
Through predestined promise —
Blue now, bides the ocean
Fleeing as faith follows
From the unleashed under;
Honeyed secret haven
Money thick as thunder
Ev’ry wish is waiting
For the sight’s full seeing;
Here the habit’s handled
Fast the mark’s soon fleeing
Fighting phantom villains
Writing rants, and often
Raining blows on bastards
Seldom slows to soften
Smug and so self-righteous
Slug or slap or slighting;
Lust to be a lion;
Just himself he’s fighting
Winter woke in wonder
With a moment’s measure;
Buried in some basement
Tarried over treasure
She who seldom saddened
Save by him, a hinter;
But that breaking burden
Went with waking winter