Notes About The Poem
from my book The Journey
Visions
Eyes closed I see
shapeless shadows moving
hurrying at times but lazy
A fire burning at a front
acid burning in a crooked line
changing something, refining
A steady wing blowing from NE
a man with his head on fire
wind carrying the fire to burn dead wood
hear music soaring beyond and
above melody and harmony
not from a known genre or instrument known to man
The torso of a woman in fetal position
no arm nor legs, but smiling
long dark hair moving in a breeze
becoming a river of angels moving
through stormy clouds
Eyes open I see
shapeless shadows moving about
hurrying at times but lazy
Get a hunch of dark times coming
of earthquakes and firestorms
and of an abundance of goodness
to come.
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