to mountain breast and flows of sea-ice frozen cragged where desert winds blow wind-dusted in scorching heat through night visions tongues licking-hot simmering speech rectify the mean world the mean life the dull throb of monotony the meanness of boredom at every corner brick-cobbled trodden path rising filled with wasted days eating fucking sleeping smoking laughing and the meanness of death a ruse played by the rab-tevyas of pogrom-ville popes of styx shiva gods river gods cobra gods giant sperm whale gods of cocks and crows tongue of ty-bets mouthing mantra lingo light bulb flames sizzle spew warm breath as night falls slacking along streets well-worn well-trod age outshines that final glow-bulb of wattage dim the soft whining babies pink-perched in the starry tree night falling at dawn the slow-down dawn children fresh dewey-eyed rampant with life i have searched where beats a heart of conscious thought