When God snaps his Finger of Gold & suspenders too the world will wake in the well looking at the dark star—this silvery desert full of gophers rattlesnake tracks & sobbing moons of Chihuahuan splendor I’ll buy, tho, till that Babe of the Honied Fall is at my side again for nothing, nothing, nothing, absolutely powerfully lightly emptily goldenly eternally nothing ever happened & this I bring to you from grass i the sun (to tell of it, the cock in card the soft & mixup pushing bardahl Drutchen cant & dent of it I wount hav it, ht Anyway) (seurain) (sunrin) (booya) J’m’enva arretez! Fo.

59Aw rust rust rust rust die die die pipe pipe ash ash die die ding dong ding ding ding rust cob die pipe ass rust die words—I’d as rather be permiganted in Rusty’s moonlight Rork as be perdirated in this bile arta panataler where ack the orshy rosh crowshes my tired idiot hand O Lawd I is coming to you’s soon’s you’s ready’s as can readies be Mazatlan heroes point out Mexicos & all ye rhythmic bay fishermen dont hang fiish eye soppy in my Ramadam givecigarette Sop of Arab Squat—the Berber types that hang fardels on their woman back wd as lief Erick some son with blady matter I guess as whup a mule in singsong pathetic mulejump field by quiet fluff smoke North Carolina (near Weldon) (Railroad Bridge) Roanoke Millionaire High-Ridge hi-party Hi-Fi milliondollar findriver skinfish Rod Tong Apple Finder John Sun Ford goodby Paw mule America Song—

60Arguing about mudpies in the hot spring sun karu, myota the Japanese who wrote of was always concerned about his poison oak hut when they came bringing him early dogwood buds with a bleached rock & the trinity of rocks & yak of blackbird pearbranch jumping & the Umpteen yumping erse Norway Man of N’o’r’m’a’n’d’i’a (who repaired houses?) (who made new moons bider) (brighter) (?) (bider) of time the bider the cross in his tomb worm & the King on his epistaff stone tomb port of north—Oh—All ties in you see like fish pier respect.

Fish spear shook?—shook aimed & breton rocked—

O but just as long as sun shines like this in yellow airplane on the pebble Beach sky & pear yump yak blossoms (up north)—& as long as red hydrants & post chaises—(gossip?) (Well it’s a quiet moment but methinks the sons of the world & daughters thereof as wellus wolves & loups will be perfectly containted as long as they stay away from Ehrlich’s dyemill blue-worms which are et by OObaltory golbords & clover’ed & clobbered by mind’s no-nature essence & as soon as they ask for an explanation say “What? buds in blue new sky?”

Dream for Muggy Mojump the quiet cloud.