To Sing Right Puissantly

In the arpeggios of consciousness

Spirit and space have fulfilled their function

And I eat bread just to eat

 

So that my voice will be nourished

I dream of the unfulfilled future

And yearn more than anything

 

In this world, for my airy dreams

A concerto of star-furred legions

These ransoming big-bangs of origins

 

To re-illuminate the darkness of hope

Where everything is like the spread

Of snow and stars, sounds and

 

The way a picture tastes

Gold in brightest blues

Safety in the wild, comfort in the natural.