The Hummingbird And The Dragonfly

terminal delirium... 

counting on the hummingbird, 

counting on the dragonfly,

take my hand. take my hand.

hours psalterium... 

singing from the canvas,

walking in the wallpaper,

kiss my hand. kiss my hand.

flight of fantasies,

balls in the soy sauce,

tick-tock, number nine on the spin,

hold that line. hold that line.

sound collage rhapsody,

ciphers for the statistician,   

iridescent angel bioacoustician, 

on the wings. on the wings.

one two three four... books beside the bed.

Thermidorian. Deleuzian. it is late, 

five six seven eight...

lay down the metal,

open through the glass onion,

awaken the thousand lotus petal. 

chant leads from death to immortality. 

sat nam– saaaaaaaat nam– 

truth is my name. turning the wheel,

bow to the creative. the energy of the infinite, 

heavy and finite, witnessed to the limit.

roll off tongues, spit, cast wide,

petty and profound red hand

permitting the bad and the good,

I feel the weight of everyone–

take my hand, take my hand,

cry!

counting on the hummingbird and the dragonfly...