1.
After Mind Door
Touches Spirit spine,
And they have their child named vibration, speech is
Inhale and exhale together,
Opening the pineal eye, lit from above, and that, along with sound,
Is the fourth dimension, space for the Angel’s
Inner sun sand grain. She’s receiving circling
Sonar messages from it as she turns around
From the window to ascend. She has nowhere else to go.
Forms have to be confusion because they’re all separate,
Even though the Serpent wants them all to be the same
Skin he sheds, says, “My Door-head awakens the fourth dimension:
The beat of time is that heart-syllable opening, the portal
With glimpses of white clouds in blue sky passing by.”
2.
Or Angel dying
Outside the window. This planet
Has become a solid, cement orb
I’m chained to.
It starts in the core of the sun
It took me 14 years from the day
I became this lifetime’s poet
To finally see. First a poem
Called “The Sun,” inspired
By the morning after the Winter Solstice,
My third eye’s birthday;
With my wings I hovered
In between the curve of a highway,
Where an ambulance
With sirens on full blast passed,
And a beached fish at low tide.
3.
Over some east coast boulders,
Holding my blank book of hymns,
Listening for high tide’s return,
I started, and needing to be saved
By you, My Doorway’s speech, dawn
Smashed in my window. My poems, my birth
With a sentence-
shaped umbilical cord, was work-shopped,
And then the texture of the flames
Were described further in a psych ward.
All because I couldn’t stand seeing
The Outside of the inner sun.
It’s as if Christ’s crucifixion nails
Had their own weeping faces.
4.
I wore jersey number
Electric Guts
For my celestial team
Of family Angels,
Both moon and sun
In one pyramid vision.
Their orbs dawned
The ear of the wide clear sky
As a syllable Muse masked,
Alternately, as open Eden
Or the paved, wrecking ball world.
The poem’s change to Heaven.
5.
Perhaps the same way
My head is the unmasked heart
Of Angel, a demon to those who think
Demons can be outside oneself,
I hold the sun in my head.
The seeing that’s when the heart opens
World as body.
