Open
upon several tears
Rise
up and levitate
Thank
born hair
Raised
up heightened
Upon
the loom
Politicians
warn you
Scorn
you away
From felt
dreams lifting
Yourself
up with
Your
own feeling
Control
frequency
Inside
controller
Frequency
inside
Inside
control
Verily
walk on a path
That threads
beneath
The
storm on a wayward
Straight
and narrow
Swathe
beneath black
Pressing
clouds erupting wide
Jettison
charms of space
Language
symbol signs
Flowing
through your sacred
Cave
and bull offering
Control
frequency
Inside
controller
Jets
machine through storm
Clouds
low upon the sky
Crackling
voices echo through
Evening
power grid light
Frequency
inside
Inside
control.
Dissonant
seven times
Struck
speak to me
Of
your schemes
Of
your hollowed out
Strife-sunken
honors and loss
Hemorrhaging
themselves
Upon
the open
Hayfield
between
The
trees dead
And
dormant pendulum
Yellow
gold
And white
Waiting
to
Shake
loose the
Mantle
you threw upon
His shouldering
doubts
Time-worn
and
Tentative
out
Upon
the saving-grace
Urgency
benign;
Always
talking I don’t
Want
to hear any voices
Any
more
Not
even yours
Syllables
mounting up
To
something scything
Through
a sky-torn
Ambulance
dread
Counting
by the
Times
fraught with
Scurrying
penniless
One
place to the next
Now we
are beyond
That
now we ascend
And
expand beyond
Words
and doubts
To the
next
Seven whatever
they
May
be.
