Dawn floating on the silver ring of fortune.

And we still linked to mother earth by one

Umbilicus and born in matter, and weaned

Away from magic and the moon by workman logic.

Sensation is revived to spell the dreams,

But nerves play games with every sultry sense.

And happiness itself is too shortlived.

Though the ugly world is still quite beautiful

And passes for reality to each

And everyone of us, to one and all.

The bitter and the bad, the long forsaken,

Become grotesque outside this world of love.