Pray-er you think into great voids
beset by everything
but the secret singing grace is your origen
Divine idea-the idol that drains
now is angel seated on her haunches.
there are mighty lies to be toppled
before we are children again
Now we see ourselves mere businessmen of life
While all the cosmos reels
with hair in the wind and heartbeat.
Dreams- the beginning of everything
but beginnings that never proceed,atrophy.
Clear mind deliver us our deep authority.