Excerpted From "Of Self Midst Coney" Poem by Richard Weissman

Light explodes 'gainst light visions in pained anguish torment - Now mid visions doth horseless mariner reveal self to public flying 'neath Coney Island o' Night electrifying luminosities over Brooklyn's birth towards stench horrored nightmared garbitch rotting dreamdead to those who never dream once more-

Chanting,

-Come to park, Come to Coney of fantrasmik whirlings,
Of dust and desert in horror and storm-

And from such visions in wildness, illuminations o' light without refractors of death without contractors - Up, down now through cycloned tornadoes of horror and Reeaal, Through mystic visions unperceived from Pier into Oceanic supreme, from Isle of Coney into life's dream
In Brooklyn - born birthed stages which can't acknowledge unto Ferrist wheeled visions, from heard roller coasteral realities unpaintable to cloudless night shines these stars, illuminators o' darkness
And from flood lights of Earthbound thinkings unto visuals elite, in towards eternity's eye,
From such Earthbind visions doth night rebuke our Earthblinding Skies forever.

- Excerpted from "Silent Echo" (1994)