Underneath it all begins to ripple, br beneath the accordion folds of a perfect afternoon, br the phosphorescent streets lost in rain br while falling from vision, a number of pearly clouds br br Words silent, when it all begins to unfold, br how well I remember how it passed; br washing the skin on the body, br drinking in the feelings, the melting smiles br br Igniting rare visions for numberless minutes- br praying before the stolen cenotaph br of a beautiful man's mindbr br Patti Mastermanbr br