Rimsky-Korsakov

on morning alarm 

with imperial trumpets

How rude, I thought

You believe in masks 

sprouting?

Let's play dress up

tomorrow

This is farewell 

for no one will handle

what's about to come 

Saw Roerich's mountains

today, straight through my

eyes

ordained by dinosaur caravan

If you were to see

yourself

like I do

you'd be blown away