Andromeda

A holy priest and a Hopi chief meet at Snowy Peak

Right below is Coyote Creek

That’s near the dark side

Is right near the Upper and the Lower East

They both slow to speak

One says, “Wait, hold your piece”

“We came here to hear the yogi teach”

Then the chief spoke brief, said, “I brought with me my sister, Golden Geese”

“Along with her is her daughter, Lonely Sheep, my only niece”

She rose to her feet

“We are complete”

For joy, the yogi leaped

His row was neat

While the old woman rolled and knead, squeezed and beat roti yeast for the ceremony feast

Where tonight the UFOs would meet

That’s when he revealed that it’s not really shaped like a wheel but like a lotus leaf and all of us are old as trees

His palms together on folded knees

He calmed the weather with poetry

Our arms had feathers unknowingly

He said since the ovaries he’d been glowing, speaking vocally

Then it turned socially ’til he openly [?] twinkle in the eye

In a moment he floated free

No man pursueth when the omens flee we both agree

Howls from the wolf den

Owls in the woodlands

Hours with the bushmen

Showers over the brook tend to the worms for bait, put the hooks in

Then throw it back into the lake, then wait

If the fish take, the line shakes, then we start cooking

The trees absorb the toxic wind

Then give off oxygen for the ox and hen to watch the rocks [?]

Cloudy summer days right before and after storms

Forecast is warm

Spring flowers, violets, bells, orchids, roses, summer softness

Marsh lagoons, dark side of the moon, late afternoon

Wetlands, swamps, bogs, fogs through the [morgues?]

The singing dogs from New Guinea

It’s misty and blue windy, a few pygmies, new city

Two pennies on the third blue hue of the you and I verse, too pretty

Robotic to aquatic, two exotic tropics on the forest to the rocket

Take off, space course

I wave and talk into the mic

Engage, days lost

The shuttle windowpane begins to frost

Nebula registered

Nah, we in the Andromeda

I hear sounds like a harmonica

Wheels down, checking the monitor

I’m aware I’m the foreigner but prepared like a popular philosopher

Study the stars like an astronomer

Bars are cinematographer

But the style is hidden like the Apocrypha

It was written in steps like a choreographer

My core is in depth like a pure photographer

My nocturnal writing

First I analyze it, then I memorize it, then internalize it, then write my journal on the science, then speak it into a verbal alignment to take you on my vertical assignment to enjoy the personal enlightenment