That you,
in the inner sanctum
of mind
are with listening to eye
makes my heart overflow
into its saucer;
spilling out
onto your lane
of time—your eyes hearing
me loud and clear.
Indeed,
there can never be
defeat
or imprisonment
of the word—the word,
flowing free,
screaming and whispering;
canvassing butterfly
hued images
and rhythmic
metaphoric sounds
only the eyes
can hear and fashion
in the cosmic space
of the landscape of mind.
Check out this
keyboard rift
of eye & eye timed truth:
the word knows
no death;
in the word,
there is only
life—life in the word
and its fingering vision.
Word up! Listen…
The word is what it is:
Word.
You can’t bury the word;
eye-man forward now.
Revelation
is in and of the word.