Bringing the vibe to your feet
this is the tree that danced in your dream
this is the dream. You wake to see
your hands inside a grave. You are dragging
your body out of eternity
you are loosening the humus
its grip on your soul. The humus is black
as your skin. Both of you know
all the names for desire
for thirst. You also know how to kneel
crawl & beg. Move the music near your ears
so some truth can pour down your throat.
Move your body back into the vehicle
of your life. See the fruits on the ground.
Pick the seeds & name them
each to their own potential. Be a god
of small creatures. Struggle back
into the chair
pick the line from where it stopped;
there the peaks
there an incoming avalanche. Move
your body away from trauma
let the wind pass
let the snow unencumber itself
from unused weight. Let this be
the beginning of your life. This is the
alleluia symphony
the exhortation before your throne
of bone & sweat. Let the salt taste
your tongue. Let it be black with rigor mortis.
It doesn't matter. The music will gather you
into its ambience. You will find welcome.
