“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Let’s cut loose, you and I,
Zig-zag like fools beneath the sky,
Follow the crazy plunging moon
Through secret towns like crying clowns,

At midnight I rush to the river’s edge.
I’d bay at the moon if I could.
And fish and birds and sky and sand
Cascade in a splash in my blood.

My fingers are leaves that rustle and drop.
Birds fly through the eyes of my skull.
Clouds float atop my spinning head
And stars burn the moons of my toes.

The wind on the arm blows the hair,
And at the base, a golden mole,
Such a speck as a peach might have,
But the hair arches back to show a gaping hole,
And each ounce of flesh is a fence,
Erected roundly and snug
About hidden landscapes, suns, and shadows,
Inroads laced with prickly shrubs.
Peer through. The holes are not big enough to see much,
But dreams travel wondrous wires.
Fires brighter than autumn moons
Throw leaping shadows on the arm.
Days and nights burn like stars
In the twinkling meadows of the skull,
And through the fence of peach-blooming flesh,
Other fruits blossom, beyond reach.