voiceless and soundless full of the soundtrack of semen and blood

poetry slips out of the lizard brain at night

unfettered from its cage of words

hungry and slippery with fire

gliding along the ground like a shadow

voiceless and soundless

full of the soundtrack of semen and blood

rising to its full height, it becomes shadowy and watchful

and wherever it sees there becomes a city

and there in the city there are people

and all of the people are dreaming

and all of their dreams are about wakeful things

and these wakeful things make the cities

move and undulate like heat waves on asphalt

when it returns again and becomes

leashed in its dark cave

there it grows, unbearably

into a cool, white

flower

[Steve Mueske, 'For All I Know', from Mnemonic for Desire]