strange entertainment & beautiful agitation

Glass of spirits made of etherial salts
dismal suppers & strange entertainment by the light of a neon light or a fire fly

At dawn from my damp garden
I shook the chilly dew; the thin boughs locked behind me. That sprang to let me through; the blossoms slept.
I sought a place, where nothing lovely grew & there when day was breaking, i knelt and looked around: the light was near, but the darkness was sealed within, the silence was palpitant with sound.

I drew my hate from out my breat and thrust it in the Ground.