a cracked wooden horn

                        I looked well within the petal of a lotus

                        and noticed the faces of many folks

                        jokes and laughter mixed in shouts

                        sadness even groups of doubts

                        joy and pensive eyes like wine

                        relaxed and smoked upon a vine

                       eclectic mixtures of strange abstract

                       opinion lectures and change contract

                       where fine line tightropes walk the plank

                       ranks of soldiers with bombing tanks

                       captains generals priests and poets

                       golden crowns upon the frog of voters

                       opera singers island thinkers alike

                       light that shines time out of minds

                       songs from a cracked wooden horn

                       acacia golden arks of details silver worn

                       resting gnomes residing drunken verse

                       shores that dream for evaporation worse

                       teams in green battled boats on the run

                       shooting purple magnet crumbs in modus

                       I looked well within the petal of a lotus