Crazy Horse Calls

Beyond my consciousness, in stark relief A place beyond reason, all spirits unleash Beyond my awareness, I inherit the wind Each breath I blow inward, new endings begin Religion, a concept, that God can’t abide Dogma a pretense, where idolaters hide In my dreams there’s a voice, that comes unannounced Its structure on fire, new words unpronounced Time but a weapon, to use on the weak Its measuring stick, to never complete One question—one answer, for all that transpires In primacy wrapped, no logic hard wired The years I’d spent looking, those moments I’d waste When deep from inside, with subliminal grace The great Crazy Horse calls, chanting words once unknown “Your vision has freed you, —its voice now your own” (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)