XI
I am nothing near your voice -
Even my sex eludes me.
I am that nothing of your choice
To utter what secludes me;
Even as that child, still
That falls from your sweet lips,
I remember now my farther will
To peace inside inside thy hips.
Child be the father of the man -
My mother's child, still;
That arch no farther from the ground
Than from that farthest hill
Where lay imagination, sleeping;
Blue sun o'er rainbows lightly weeping.
XII
I am a poet - that's what I am.
Your voice heralds distance, time and space,
I am a thoughtful, intelligent, emotional man
And somewhere inside us draws this place;
Flowers and rivers of Nature's womb
Share with us a name unspoken
For its constant song in Sun and Moon,
Its constant circled dance unbroken
Through angels mortal and divine
Completing rituals ne'er begun
By hearts like faeries yours and mine
These places changing Moon and Sun
With love do all our songs ring true
Around that Christ 'tween me and you.
XIII
I fear nothing that is needs to be
From my own life to feeling free
For all that being that lives, in living me,
Is always living feeling free.
What of this fear that tries devotion
That with inconstant glance revolves
The alchemy of body's ocean
Through the being it evolves
To heights ungodly forged by size
And shape unholy morphed and built
To titan's weight and planet eyes
By what were limbs of futures built;
And in that sleep of death what clouds come, thundering, lowly -
The dew of all our dreams come holy.
XIV
A Poet lives inside the Universe
Like a child inside the womb
Whose words are words, their making - verse
Their Poet in the moon.
So you see there is no there
Nor much of here to voice
Inside of me inside of her
The mater of our choice
For any moment stretched out wide enough
Through there our words do come
In holograms of visions rough
As beasts from Egypt's bum;
For if the pages of the future from the past are being torn,
Then from out a diamon ocean are our bodie's being born.