It of Shivering Blue Bonnets, The Fall of the Daffodil, Its Loneliness the Raw Magical Sadness of Its Unfurling

i lay down a magistrate, where Jacob led in the land of rock and chemical notion, slate - i pick up my uniform, sing out my potions' hand; this fume is fewer now, lead, son of Abra'm, rest your head in front of the Bonesaw: do not by your bastions of wry weaponry agitate. remember the blond link of (her) flesh, as you recover the Prayers (she) said unto you, in curling rosewood dreams, where embers dirtied the bait of shivering blue bonnets, the fall of the daffodil, its loneliness the raw magical sadness of its unfurling