illusion and delusion, friend! 
they don' t come cheaper than this - 
mistakes forgotten, errors abandoned 
for the price of a little sentimental excess. 

tricks i conjure                   (hand over glove !) 
visions to flood cavities of consciousness with light ! 
terrors to send your thoughts, clambering with haste, 
into feral hideyholes waiting for night... 

from strands of the complex patterns 
that constantly re-create us, 

i'll weave you deceptions in glitterdust ! 

                  (outside the open window 
                    an old gypsy laughs through stained teeth, 
                   gazes at me with a white-washed eye 
                    as she beats a fugue on a comic-book tambourine. 
                    at her feet a gurgling child  
                    forgives words their meanings 
                    as he learns to speak -  
                    and the amber maiden with a razor-flecked whip, 
                    flaying visions from the sun's face in long thin strips, 
                    curls up in her shadow and falls asleep.) 

do you wonder at the origins ? 
search the strings for a gesture, a touch -  
a hint of light, a detail of thought, 
an icon of invention to extrapolate, 
a snicker from the sidelines of disinterested fate. . . 

this is all there is ! 

chuckling at interstices, 
contemplating reversals, 
streaming words 

                                     (drawn-out, 
                                       interlocked, 
                                       glittering beads) 

through justifications of ingress and exit, 
i trace 
  random thoughts for a random day. 

i write in bits and pieces          (nothing up my sleeve!) 
anomalous constructs obscured by the complexity 
of the architectures we weave. 

why can't we simply walk out of windows ?