#521 - a heartsup

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521

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a heartsup

for the Grigorians

 

head whole as

please remind me

sound of moonlight

forests, streams

the little villages of smoke

curlicue style

ox wagon shuffle

 

steppes

and where were our ancestors?

soil laps

I think of them where I cannot see

come chords

and to this drum

 

you have to believe to go anywhere

it’s where we find the tree in the bird

come from the book in my head

not quite yet

 

so cast an ostrakon for earworm

 

come by me on these waters

yoga – or say stretch by light  

from thinnest air

 

lyric in the middle to take tune –

 

there’s nowhere in this world to go but home

they build it in a day and call it Rome

 

come lovers of life, liberty!

a refuge in the sunshine here

 

where every river ran

from winter in the battle

delicate the arrow flights

 

death like love

to the moment lost

incorporeal as breath

a waltz with just

 

because the music has never arrived

once was vanishing

in Haydn’s head quartet of strings

still running to this day

 

we’re on the way

 

I make this overture then

warm the strings by hand

 

a heartsup

as long as with words, not alone

catch this view!

 

forget about rankings

can’t live without music to come  

.

 

and just to say

that bloke with the oud’s good too

 

a heartsup

for the Grigorians

 

 

where we find tree in the bird

 

river ran curlicue village

refuge sunshine

 

stretch this light  

 

lyric middling to take tune –

 

there’s nowhere in this world to go but home

they build it in a day and call it Rome

 

make overture

in winter, warm the strings by hand

 

say thanks for the music to come