I pull the threads of heaven
Just to rouse the sleepy ones
They rub their eyes
And catch their breath
As if they’d come undone

Wake up I shout as I stomp the floor
Of cosmic eternity
The dust falls down
All around
From an attic no one can see

We’re trapped in sludge so thick and dense
No one can detect movement
And yet we all continue on
Like life is the main event

Angered I roar and deliver shakes
To the core of our fragile Earth
Being deaf & mute is in no way
What we were sent here for

But we all fall in line
And trudge along
One big dream
Of distraction


The only way:

Dismantlement
of
Desire
Break open the sky
fly
higher

But I am saddened by
The lifeless lives
We all live and mutter through
I can shatter no glass
Nor stir the wind
With a voice that is perceived as
Mute.


Oakling
February 23, 2006