Hematite Heirloom Lives On (Maybe December 1980) (audio only)
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Enormous earrings are heavying
my head
bangs are shadowing
my eyesight
furthermore I’ve forgotten the art of
the gritty rhyme I see colored motes vaguely
not particular stuff
rubber ducks robots and tigery
It’s past escapes
It won’t be long
It’s taking baby steps
Towards a giantess’ song
Becoming of another
It’s a same old song
On my hair it’s a feather
In my belly too
There’s you World no other
Consciousness travels, my sweet: don’t you remember?
One sends one’s thoughts to thee as on this footfall,
or in this poem. But, truly, remember how we left our old meat-
heads to enter the glyph and ride the crystal ark, un-
bodied but worded. My mother is a starred thought—
and, Don’t You Remember? the Mind from nowhere is everywhere,