the image of a man's back
appeared on the wall of my eyes...
his grey hair seduced
by the endless drums,
his muscles fighting
the furious speech...
he seemed like the 
captain in my other life
but
never did I see his face
for copper clouds
kept him under their armpits...          you

(The Neverfield Poem, 1999, The Post-Apollo Press, ISBN 0-94296-35-6)