that light under the green cloak

as mad as mad as
mad can be
the sky
that dips its
hands
into the firmaments.

it breaks the lie
beyond the die
of shadow and dream
like a blue smudge
of an irrediscent flame.

the dance, the step
the whirling
of the dervish
given over by the pain
he walks and talks
unconscious of his name.

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