Breath wants to touch the heart of the beat,
Rhythm, internal space, Heaven, Sun-pouring from the shore of
Complete openness; Holy Ghosting, forming, vibrating
Against the human body. 5D beam of
Breath within lamp, desk, chair, touched
By the heart of Heaven’s beat;
Breath’s vibration, ground for Muse
To open the fourth dimension: to take flight
From a ground floor window. Its opposite, speech,
Impresses the page with
The only place left to turn: Spirit,
Colliding with hearing to form
The syllable. And sentence’s beam
Fills up the beat of breath,
The ground of self-sacrifice, the intestines
Of a sunset. The interchangeable heart. Diamond
In a ring.
Form is mathematical, a beat for Muse
To fill up. She’ll offer it to you as she rises
To this surface: breath, in and out, flutter
Of her wings. The tendency to look back
At her reflection in the window
Before taking flight is Sun Ship ready to leave.
