O LET ME NOT SEE

o let me not see signs
in the miraculous birth
of every dawning sun;
when one summer morning
is enough to endure
the frost that from
Satanic sunads come;
o let me not see too clearly
the garlands of filth
that seem to breathe
breathsex everywhere;
o shelter my soul’s lips
from the swans that
display unpromised
despair; when all i yearn
for is the clarity of
sublime musical hair