I am become. I am becoming. I cannot not be outside

of the field. I travel through an inescapable ether. Around and through
my body. The Kingdom of Heaven

supercedes and suffuses fundamentally

the spinning structure of my elements. My conflagration of cells.
My point of being. My now. My life now is as brilliant as a welder’s arc,
an amazing basic moment of contact, joining. I live within it and I help
it maintain.

(Lay your words down, brother. Tell about it. It. Work it out.
Lay down your righteous word. Change reality.
Loose your fate to a Spring wind.
Signify.) 

The boxcar rocks gently, leaving the familiar and
traveling somewhere in a common dream. (We saw
his star in the East.)Constancy. Power. And I cannot not occur
in this rumbling vehicle, asleep, without a clue
of where I am surely going.