"Yasmin

How splendid in the morning glows the lily: with what grace he throws
His supplication to the rose: do roses nod the head, Yasmin?

But when the silver dove descends I find the little flower of friends
Whose very name that sweetly ends I say when I have said, Yasmin.

The morning light is clear and cold: I dare not in that light behold
A whiter light, a deeper gold, a glory too far shed, Yasmin.

But when the deep red eye of day is level with the lone highway,
And some to Meccah turn to pray, and I toward thy bed, Yasmin;

Or when the wind beneath the moon is drifting like a soul aswoon
And harping planets talk love's tune with milky wings outspread, Yasmin,

Shower down thy love, O burning bright! For one night or the other night
Will come the Gardener in white, and gathered flowers are dead, Yasmin."

--James Elroy Flecker, Hassan (1922)

what pink dusk calls · the fountain in the dark
winds' presage squalls · the fountain in the dark

i prowl lined shelves · in search of words that bite;
without stone walls, · the fountain in the dark

fifty twisters · ride the ballot wake
like mercury falls · the fountain in the dark

like mercury falls · and dun gallium rapids
phalanx of dolls · the fountain in the dark

and Klingon Islam · voices rend the night
by shades crossed, sprawls · the fountain in the dark

Argyle hummingbird, shoo......the New Jurassic is coming
Nine blue castles halloo......the New Jurassic is coming

Leaving whatever has curdled......to burden, pirates we frolic;
Steer like Mr Magoo......the New Jurassic is coming

Launch such caravan now......cfipyboi's ripe for a shaking
Hear Graywyvern kazoo......the New Jurassic is coming