PATH Song

waking to the news of an eventual collapse, those ejected minds

of the walking thing of the speech of birds, they announce their own

development from ashes to make a song and deliver the hunted

landscape to its stars, those of us who knew something of the engine

would remove the approach to animals as a second wind, the coming

of pages of light and nectar, but once the arrival of her tent

would move the inhabitants of the Sea, and the consciousness of the Ocean

to pursue the network that sparks their shining single dream

to the pavement, the oceanic feet that would not muse its face or

deter those breaks from the second light of the morning, or one would

say the easy atonements that their push from the animal

would enlarge so that they would speak and we would understand,

these assembly code calypsos deter the kindly face that hates and pummels

as these will undo their coloring and the fur of the path. do not stop

until you know it well with both feet.