Why do apparitions bring derision?
Dividing mind from the flow of flesh moving?
Grooving is the grimy, grim and grinning
Grinding the groan & hope of home
Nowhere to go on the road we venture
Are ventured By what we censor, censers
Of herbs say the verse breathe the hearse, the worst & surf
Of spray from an ocean too vast to see!
Here is the hymn, here is the sorrow sounding the depths