We also hear, Clytemnestra,
how to draw a line of fate
psychedelic orchestra
under the control of the pipe.
I'm not at all feng shui
above the illuminated stripe
drops rusty scales,
solidifying, Mesozoic.
Still swims the oboe subway and
falls into the icy Cozitis.
Still bellowing under the sleeping Troy
shiny monster motorcycle.
Another strip slanting
leads to a blue metal,
where between the stars sob "zaya"
in the arms of a dead cop.
