I am primarily concerned with the 5 and dime scriptural contest,
All friends of Mr. D. and human survival in the wounded galaxy.
What are you looking for?
A new
mythology? A control system for
Intersection Reading?
Some love between light and shadow?
Radioactive time?
I move in
particular acceleration inside the
control machine,
Against my will, but definitely with care.
And where are you tonight?
In the
superimposed cage of images? Beside your self-styled
waterclock?
In the company of heroes? At your window into time?
I want to rewrite the history of the priestly class,
Incorporating
changes in the wind and in the night.
And what is there in front of you?
The rich and varied crop of interstice?
A boundary of birds?
The fine but broadening line of U-turns? A
poem, yes or no?
When you get back home again, and come to some
conclusion,
Shall we find this was never written, only heard,
As though by
angels respectful of new forms?