(for r.a.r.)
last night i found myself following the voice of direction onto a personal path of pleasure
his bass culled my inhibitions,
bid them ado and went on
sending blazing yellow signals into the blue-black sky
announcing its time had finally come

my temple has not of recent rested so well
eyes have not so justly shut

in the boughs of pleasure's memory--its branches still nearby
--did i find myself comforted and at home
and i do pray
that such a heaven will again hold me safe while i slumber