Slow Motion Lightning

Heartland

My Bones And My Flute

The Dark Notes Were Everywhere , So Dark, So Sombre, They Broke Into A Fountain

The Groan That Sometimes Splashed Out Of A Bucket Of Sound

The Spider Of Dawn Had Appended And The Moon Had Far Descended

Their Voice Struck The Black Sunlit River Like Subterranean Lightning

There Was A Deep Silence, Far Away The Baboons Were Howling For Rain

Like Stars Of Gold Painted On The Blue Skeleton Of Crumpled Heaven

A Sacred Infusion Of Slow Motion Lightening