The Feelings Trembled And Flapped In His

There’s A Morning When Presence Comes Over Your Soul. You Sing Like A Rooster In Your Earth-colored Shape. Your Heart Hears And, No Longer Frantic, Begins To Dance.

I Said, “i Just Want To Know You And Then Disappear.” She Said, “knowing Me Does Not Mean Dying.

That Which Is False Troubles The Heart, But Truth Brings Joyous Tranquility.

I Was A Tiny Bug. Now A Mountain. I Was Left Behind. Now Honored At The Head. You Healed My Wounded Hunger And Anger, And Made Me A Poet Who Sings About Joy.

The Universe And The Light Of The Stars Come Through Me.