In Thought
There be compression without limit
There was a sound - of breaking glass
And broken
...
There Beauty stood - with Thought
And the cold remnants of extracted tusks
Of mammoths in the night
That passed last night
...
Do you remember when I fell on face
It was at the hospital door
And
In a wheel-chair carrying me
...
A dozen emotions all compressed
Into one thought
One feeling
And a song
...
One on the other
One after another
Succession
One into the other
...
Night after night
Came and went
Come and go
For millennia now:
...
There was a payment that I had to make
Every time
Every time I sang
So many the payments made
...
To sing a song and more
That be enough!
A year of singing!
A decade of singing
...
Balm and incense
They brought
Together:
And the smoke of night
...