—to proclaim out beyond even the Cosmos
as if sending the messages wind-blown
off a brain’s little lake, triumphant
in your yearned desire to hear yourself
reverberate; and feel back the dittoed
waves like pure Awe trumpeted, the second
time listening always different for the audience
(eardrums primed as ashikos, bongos, congas…)
than the first; and celebrate echo-
locating oneself in the literal Infinity of
all Things actioning, and all Actions thinging,
and all that was, and all that’s still to come.
Artwork by: Christian Bérard
