that you
in the inner sanctum
of your mind
are listening to me
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—
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 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:
indelible word
& revelation
is in and of the word…
eye and i mon
now forward
in and with the word:-