Forebidding

Standing knee deep in water 
invoking the sun god 
going upward phenomenally. 

I was learning to forget 
the edicts of a fake lord. 
Would not recognize�"� 

the dirty tricks of a godman 
in the garb of a hermaphrodite. 
One day he was... 

One day he was not. The wild 
czar was pounding his chest. 
A snow-capped moon was�"� 

going down unseen in the 
blue lake of words. There 
was three dimensional appearance 

but no deliverance for 
the poor speech in distress.