Jungle Beat Dream grows by itself no matter how far you have traveled into the day’s end My sweet Medusa, I am the beat of drums pursuing your clear laughter and water lilies in your song---the island is both near and far depending on which flute the snake-charmer picks I am the mindless dream-catcher who has exhausted his words sunk his boat before a mountain erected like a bad news in front of his very eyes Water, water Water all around! I am the shameless Apollo who hid himself in a dolphin in order to swim to your bedside Where are you leading me, my blue-winged angel? What’s the last trick up your floating sleeve before this dangerous business comes to an end in twilight? Night the jungle Lonely hearts run amok I hear the drum again You, you You all over again, seducing or seduced, appearing just inches ahead of me like a smile an inviting hand a home. . . :4/21/05
