photo credit Bill Cottman

Heliograph (for Sun Ra)

Earth found choices are few

                  When Earth isn’t home

Distortions are reflections of sadness

                  What sounds like chaos is fresh beginnings

Somewhere in collages of sound is un-imposed order

                           Organic beauty

Freedom between naiveté and ancient wisdom

Heliocentric reality reflected off mirrors and time

Vistas from otherness infinities proliferate

                  If allowed inside

Illusions fade to reveal another normal

                  Unshackled shame falls to Earth

                  Unadulterated freedom finds form

There is an internal struggle for the right to dream while awake

                  To grow candy from vines

Is it not better to leave one’s body

                           Than to leave one’s mind

Or to lose

                                  All is at risk    

Don't surrender  

Document dawns

Make records of abstract worlds

Imagine

Create

Discover how to stop day mares

Black holes are safe places for glass gladiolas

Even if they shatter they remain in orbit 

And space is the place...