l2 I never though of single-mindedness as being a masculune trait, nor in l 16 would I imagine the trees of the mind to be black. A fertile imagination is alive and flowers with the joy of a thousands blooms. I also wonder if I would drink tea from a lilly which is a toxic plant. If a poem is to be surreal the images of the dream should emote a positive reflection. The symbols even the card flicking slow motion scene of a milkman walking across the walk should still wander far from the ambiguity of self and towards the extension of a common reality. The images should be born in the traffic of a freeway and smell of the jet fumes of a moment past.