Davis Beauchamp Thinks For Miles

Let me go

And I'll silence my deadening revelers.

I'll answer the farthest questions and

I'll compose an oath to any Being

- however grotesque -

your massings desire.

Let me sleep

And I'll say no further word.

You payed me with ephemeral diamonds,

You corrupted my soul with love

- in Ephemeris Time -

deceiving and receiving my universal reaches.

The last spirit-driven train is due at 9.

I'll wait a mile.

Let me catch it,

and I'll never-even-almost reveal

the innermost stirrings

of our unhinged minds

in this universe

of shadowy obscurities.