The basic building blocks of storytelling
Ah, see cement simmer, stick, stay the walls of my mind
Light! as air through bricked ridges
-sponged, world-steeped and rhymed.
see the me, see the we
See the I in us all
see the moment at its pinnacle
Feel the buckle - clasp, push, fall.
This! Urban scene, sweet urban scene,
Soul smeared in bright burrows we have seen
Leaves stir, my heart stirs for a word- a name, a sound
my own, but more than me.
The world is charged by broken atoms - sew me up with the earth
born a windhover in a city too poor for mirth
I will find salvation eastward
as kingfishers catch spells
Bind letters to these heartstrings; myself it speaks and dwells
Light lingers, fractures, filters - seeps from window to walk
Raise up starboard my eyes and Ah! Light land is High sky!
There! The name splashes vermillion, sparks spill them, struck from crags as it falls
the wonder of it!: plough down blue-bleak stars on my walls.
Push a dearest freshness through fissure-cleft deep
World brooding, I am all things, for I am one thing, for we is me.