The Hot Place

Speak of the firmament as if it could hear
Yet here are the days of calmness wondering
Right on the hot vapours that perpetual motion
Could inhale the moisture down deep to the core


Admitting one rules not to strike a notion
Observation in motionless and silent structure
Revolving of flowering dive beaded function
Elliptic course master of energy


It will tick eternal


Closed to the age not to worry so slumber
Dreams visit the sound bug in tight cocoon
Requesting to feel the orange peel motion
I want to get slid to the surface of me


Agents of fortune and throbbing of season
All points of time in simultaneous harmony
I absorb through the fabric and external origins
Fixed to the finger of philosophy


Oct. 28, 2002