With glassy eyes they had their drink, a little red wine just enough time for them to think because the seconds came spiraling and twisting all about Perhaps it was the music that pulsated through their spinning heads, thoughts of young erotic virgins a divine image for the lovely gods, you could hear the wind blow as the breeze softly touched their skin, for it was heaven to be put to death alone, cut by the sword drawn into one's self in two Still there was little condemnation only a small thing something colored blue, yet why should there be anything that separates the earth In an orgy of fantasy they had learned to entertain their desires taking what life had to offer, the pleasure, the enjoyment, the gratification and the bliss This does not mean that it will not come to an end because it surely will, yet why do you choose to fret because whatever they may choose to tell you there is no way to transform the shining stars at night so let them all come in, in whatever color that may be given, luminous in its godliness sacred in its earthly flight For you shall find a mode of action, a technique, a manner, a plan, a procedure an effective means to glow as there are brilliant birds shining in the distance radiant worms blushing in the dirt So let us discard the theology, the phosphorescence, the effulgence, the stately metaphysics as there are certainly other good alternatives here as there may be no need to search for the primate, the homunculus, the monkey in the sky as there have been so many things that have been made available to you upon the land, there are big trees and pleasant leaves fertile valleys and wondrous hills Allow them to meet your mind, caress your lips and touch your tongue for it may be another chance to experience life sensuality that may lift your spirit somewhere close to the regal, the noble and the transcendent, a marvelous, beatific grand design So take it for what it is worth and disregard the rest life can be splendid, magnificent, venerable, mystical supreme, reach back to your thoughts as you will find some splendor there, a beautiful cascade, waterfall, torrent, downfall, a notable deluge Let it stream past your head in whatever may be silenced upon the river in arcane ceremony, opulence and pomp in desultory soil compliments for mother nature, sleepy children bewildered, pitchman in the kitchen bush man in the beads.