may we all be heard
words are bells
let them ring!


Thom World Poet Austin, Texas, USA
Global Radical networker and activist for promoting the live Creative Arts,
at every possible opportunity, especially in his home-city, Austin, Texas, USA


Saturday, August 14, 2010

THIS BOAT NIGHT,THESE RIVERS

we drift off,seek safe moorings
strings connect us to singing lands/thin connexions
sand bars when we ground/land in morning time
Nights stars dance constellations
Moon and planets jig and sway/our ancestors traced paths
as above,so below-following starlit maze
Sextant and compass lodged within
following celestial navigation/we sing
our Egyptian paths back home again
River floods in some,heats evaporate forest breath others
Random the dice of fallen icebergs
Movies time capsules remind us
what happened once is only ever
This live action replay of disasters is reminescent of...?
this thin boat night,these fat swollen river memories

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