On My Mind

Every word, in these poems, has struck me like a musical note, melting into lines and verses, that echo in my deeps. I sleep, wake, and move in these words. Sometimes they put me to sleep, wake me up, and cause me to walk. I forehear people chanting them, dancing them, and lulling in them. Since they left my incubation, they have let loose orgasmically, never to return. They now float in the ether of the cosmos, may be to congregate and be born anew elsewhere.