The interpreter among the elders
Was no longer riveted. (S)he was
Not mercy, that is why; the speech
Was mild, the minds no longer wild
A child was a shapeless lion
In the breath-space of the world.
Peeling the shock from the glass, the
Palace of crass, immutable vibration
Her last thread severed from the first
Shed of the final bed "Happy to know you"
It said, and called for her head to rest.
(Anxiety. Trampled table. The ugly birth
That would darken the dinner of a
Starving earth. Two mirrors magnetic
One vision made hectic
By the fortune of reflection spent.
Some life
Is teaching vision
To a signature)
Some word is ripe to be known....
(improv. 2.58-3.05, 19-10-'06)
Was no longer riveted. (S)he was
Not mercy, that is why; the speech
Was mild, the minds no longer wild
A child was a shapeless lion
In the breath-space of the world.
Peeling the shock from the glass, the
Palace of crass, immutable vibration
Her last thread severed from the first
Shed of the final bed "Happy to know you"
It said, and called for her head to rest.
(Anxiety. Trampled table. The ugly birth
That would darken the dinner of a
Starving earth. Two mirrors magnetic
One vision made hectic
By the fortune of reflection spent.
Some life
Is teaching vision
To a signature)
Some word is ripe to be known....
(improv. 2.58-3.05, 19-10-'06)
VIEW 8 of 8 COMMENTS
y:
Where you at, Jack? Busy movin' an' stuff?
llona:
you have no idea how i breathed a sigh of relief, hearing your thoughts on reiki and being 'off the path'. i feel so far off the path, i'm not really sure how i'm going to get back on it.