Elan that lifts me above the cloudsinto pure space, timeless, yea
Breath transmuted into words Transmuted back to breath in one hundred two hundred yearsnearly Immortal,
Sappho's 26 centuriesof cadenced breathing — beyond time, clocks, empires, bodies, cars,chariots, rocket ships skyscrapers,
Nation empiresbrass walls, polished marble,
Inca Artworkof the mind — but where's it come from?
Inspiration? The muses drawing breath for you? God?
Nah, don't believe it, you'll get entangled in Heaven or Hell —Guilt power, that makes the heart beat wake all nightflooding mind with space, echoing through future cities,
Megalopolis
Cretan village,
Zeus' birth cave Lassithi Plains — Otsego County farmhouse,
Kansas front porch?
Buddha's a help, promises ordinary mind no nirvana —coffee, alcohol, cocaine, mushrooms, marijuana, laughing gas?
Nope, too heavy for this lightness lifts the brain into blue skyat May dawn when birds start singing on East 12th street —Where does it come from, where does it go forever?
