I am awake now to each wall.
\nThat is the wall, this need to speak.
\nThere’s Buddha’s tall and Buddha’s small
\nAnd secret castles across this creek.<\/p>\n
I want to walk on ancient clouds
\nAnd fall with Isis from the sky.
\nPlop, splashing down the Nile,
\nThese hands that swim know how to fly.<\/p>\n
From Memphis to Syr’ya we’ll go
\nAs Roman armies swarm the cross,
\nWhich world we land Nut only knows
\nWe’re trees, and sparrows, hiding gods.<\/p>\n
The garden’s wall so silent I pray.
\nThat doves will fly and pierce this gate.<\/p>\n
I am awake now to each wall. That is the wall, this need to speak. There’s Buddha’s tall and Buddha’s small And secret castles across this creek. I want to walk on ancient clouds And fall with Isis from the … Continue reading