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ENIGMA - by Autumn

Oh, but the Queen has abdicated
Sipping mint juleps and mescalines
Examining the curlicue of curve
And traipses through the fountains
And the streams and the waterfalls
And the grass plains and the All-American habitats of
the park.

In a royal purple cape
With an ephemeral celerity
and a signet ring
She's there saying
I am on an irrevocable journey
To an unending destination
Where winking bottles meet neoned hermits in green
rain..

Lost when we meet,
Alteration won't help-what's my plane?
I'll try this and this, with the violets, Didn't work.
Living is hard!
Now I think I know the friction,
Wonder if I'll ever get out of this maze.

Bows miraculously ooopla
And she said scatter them
If you will
From trees and carriages and cars
From windowsills and doorsteps
Rascacielos and skyscrapers
From the inside and outside and around.

Scatter them she said
To the oceans of the abyss
And the marrow of those ashes
Touched of sapphire and star
Of the peddler's junk and the cobbler's eyr Of the
rimly astral dolphin
And the silk stone scarf
And the dandelion weed
And the people of the stream.

Scatter them
And the marrow of those ashes
Will fly
Into the presence of the real
Guess she didn't know it was her mind

Lost when we meet,
Alteration won't help-what's my plane?
I'll try this and this with the violets, Didn't work!
Living is hard.
Now I think I know the friction,
Wonder if I'll ever get out of this maze.

Imagination imagining, and still they pray
With an empty innocence not
unlike children And that was the way the rhyme went
And that was the way her mind went.