God folded over my page in her writing book

The crease:

runs

across my lips

through my nose

enfolding an eye

Can you believe it?

That I even try.

(He sings), "It's not unusual to be loved by anyone"

                      Part One

Tom Jones..., Tom Jo-nes..., please report to the birthing chamber.

Tome Jones.

Turn left

This poem requests audience participation.

(He looks up.)

(Slowly)  P l e a s e    C l o s e    Y o u r    E y e s

Turn left

turn left

turn left

turn left

turn

left

You're in a airport

The world is pretty much as you remember it

three point one dimensions

length

width

depth, or breadth

and

time

but in time you're

only moving forward

or

possibly

like an old

cracked

desiccated

dry edged

  photo-still

  you're

 only

standing still

or moving forward

or standing still

Turn left

hence the point one

and

not three plus one

being four dimensions

as I said the world is pretty much as you remember it

except you

you

 have these dreams

of form

shape

and color

In these dreams

within these

V-I-S-I-O-N-S

you

can

"see"

work with me here

The concept of sight is theoretical

it can only be best described

by

b r e a t h i n g

d e e p l y

Place your wrists together

(He demonstrates)

a meeting of your forearms

bring your hands to your neck

apply pressure

as if about to

st-r a n g l e

but not from the front

With your cool

 hands

  push your neck in at the sides

while breathing in

while arching your back

deeply

(make sounds of inhalation)

and

relaxing your grip and slumping forward

breathe out

all your air

now

with your hands

applying firm pressure to the sides of your neck

breathe in deeply

arching your head way

way back

and breathe out

slumping forward

relaxing your grip

hold firmly

arching back

inhale

grip relax

slumping forward

exhale

Inhale

Exhale

Inhale

Good

Now

do you see the white light

Ultramarine

Indigo rush?

Imagine your

blinking

fresh new eyes

appearing

for the first time

blue

open them briefly

you now have sight

and close them

again

good.

Hence the theory of sight

and that of time travel

Tome Jones..., Tome Jones please

d i s c e n d

                    PART 2

has not been written yet

Instructions

A piece of black velvet:

Through which you punch

stars

to be held

in front of whatever

bright lights

oppress

you

on

any given day.