Common
art
The
art of my life
In
my heart
Diffusion
probing
Cents
anyway from
That
hereby grieving
Fifteen
sounds of my
Heart-sight
confusion
Underwhelmed
Nervously
he went
Going
forward in any
Case
in any way
Called
forward
And
found the
Lifebreath
fixed
Upon
a star
Summoned
through
His
knowledge
Remainder
suit
Of
experience
Source
of
Consciousness
Seventeen
symmetry
Pattern
matrix father
Mother
struggle
With
or without his
Nervous
weeping knowing.
Hand
within hand
Inseparable
when
The
transmission runs
On the
white walls
Stretching
always for
The ends
of others
Across
the land
Denounced
by
Men condemning
no
Question
quick beside
Them
owing to their
Masters
bitter trade
And
tirades children tiny
Fingers
cruelty under the
Jealous
fears of morning
Rains
and rivers running
High with
jagged history
Ignores
the bridge we
Might
have built against
Them
over under
Across
and through
Running
mothers sheets of
Opening
denied themselves
The
river hitching lynching
Rope
annulled the
Mountains
and the hills
Shall
break forth into
Signing
on the other side
Her
thoughts may lead
To trees
which grow and
Didn’t know
we each in
Love
with elastic spirit
Are
unreal and
Inseparable
hastened
To one
another in
The end.
