Arcadia

I remember Arcadia as the place I go to be in Arcadia. The Tongue of  America overlaid with luminous blazing milky-way starlight like a studded bejeweled bride, twisted beauty. I lived in Arcadia. Fifteen years. The Arcadia bird is a Phoenix. The state flower Gehenna which sounds like exoneration though it is merely cold and unsensual as Hell frozen over. An Arcadianer can sincerely use the word "sincere." In truth the Arcadia is not Arca or Dia. When I go back to Arcadia I run through mist.There is one hundred Jade Forests, so life Goes Jade tree Jade tree Jade tree frozen waterfall, I wave at Society, which we're not getting along with on account of Passion as I pass. Then Arcadia goes Jade tree Jade tree frozen waterfall.