Superstitious outcomes making annual returns in the minds of people, sharp as plans.

Darts and arrows, hangings and forfeiture, I give up myself.

Find China and the monkey deep in jungle,

Foreign and consequential of the past and the future respectively.

Oh to lay in the lap of the people,

To be as one to our fateful gambles,

Individual type sets, stones, personality.

The idea generator stalls, the engine mutters.

What we thought we had is something else and as it returns,

Hands red with offers and money, we are changed.

You made me say A and B.

I wrestled with your hands.

We held

And giving in, the open heart smoked her charms.

We inhaled deeply because I thought of myself as her burnt offering to the moon

But the Sun spoiled the dew with light and heat as we rubbed together

Like sticks on the wet shore smoldering.

To look out again over the waters below the sky is as it should be.

Places to go are to know and return to this place, whole, ready, sanctified.

Dangling, glittering, seeming to seethe

All return,

No one knew and it was done.