"The Desire to Paint"
Motley written without benevolence
in amber sleep as the clouds chime
Was ever there anything
Our deeds that strive to cast a shape
And not his amber sleep
And not these crowds of gong-tormented shapes
come to me bearing musical aldehydes
in Fomalhaut time
I am one with the dark and the crescent
i accept all this, and the chords of Fomalhaut
"The last American president to write a book all by his lonesome self..."
Peace Train 2006.