THE GREAT SONG

Few people still talk about the Great Song
sung through bird, bush, claw, fur,
wild flash and flurry, swirl and swoop,
gurgle and gallop, the innocent smile
of a radiant child.

We slip out a crack in the tower
to suck a pure breast;
to climb a tree of skin,
to gurgle at our own feet —
and laughing at a bee
the wild circling begins.

Who are we, really?
A hawk, a fish, a wide-eyed seal
hunting for a flashing school?

Expanding circles,
gyring… wider…
listening for an unheard Voice:
blue air, turquoise waters,
flutter, flash and ripple,
schooner dive and sudden dip.

Sometimes this tower’s silence
is startling.

First floor yellow duckies;
second, rubbers, dicks and beer;
third floor a woman’s opening eyes;
fourth floor a rattle and crib in a tree.

Unheard music in motion…
a child’s blind demands, a woman’s visionary pain.
Everyone’s shadow gets a chance
to create a little torment, to make
a body bleed.

What’s this penetrating my mind?
I won’t fucking buy it… Out shit hawkers!
I won’t!

Spiraling, circling, old monasteries,
sky-diving and cliff climbing,
listening for the Voice.

Fifth floor toys;
sixth spring cleaning;
seventh floor darkness:
big depressions, too many bills,
a sharp knife… and a pill.

Who are we really?
A hawk, a flying beetle, a consumer bomb,
a butterfly?

Eighth — a crowd of saviors:
the whole floor’s shining —
we’re circling wider,
wider… like a lost deaf bird.

Night floor — wings fall off.
There is nothing left
but sudden darkness

and the Great Song singing.

A Universe explodes.

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About Blake Steele

I am a poet, writer, workshop leader, recording artist... half monk, half pirate, passionate for Life and Love to triumph in the world. I'm American by birth, but am living in Sweden for a while: writing, growing, deepening with amazing, open-hearted people, as well as developing Wild Words Creative Writing Classes and Wild Souls Workshops around the world.
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