Walking the path beyond the house
in a fog that was thick and disquieting
Jason slipped off his body and entered
the voice of a greater authority and soon
the fog became just that moistening
of the transcendental eye and he
could feel grief for the plight of everyone
which was less of a beach house crush
than the ring within which he grew warm
as the summer fields grow warm
as his god flushes with warm while
plumping up the pillows in her bedroom
eager to move through his disquietude.