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


Wednesday, October 6, 2010

an extra morning

each night your KA leaves to esperanto with stars
returns SNAP! into your snoring body when lights alive
you START to attention,buckling into the belt of another day
Different every night(like birth
you never quite adjust to PLANET EARTH(o star child!
swooning among starmaps/constellations call
and you are Cassiope,Cancer,calling into consciousness
as a SHOUT! into a seashell/the orchestra of oceans
waves you in to another counted calendar
This one is extra.Fate fell to free will-you decided
it was easier to be here than swinging around Heavens
your feet find earth ,you breathe deep(deeper
you step and release into brightness from dream dark deep
Speak not at all of what you have seen.They discount dreams
Wonders after midnight.Silence before dawnlight
Your joy returns.You slip it on like a supersuit
Step into the glare of daily domestic doings/forget
where you have been all evening/swing into another dream
that day is all their is/and Sol rules everything.Moon winks
She knows where you have been-and where you will be
this very evening...

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