Monochronic

I can feel you around me, influencing my diction.

                - oh sweet men - boyish faces hidden behind

                                ashy beards of Father.

Your words tongue my ear, tongue my mouth,

                - metaphysical intercourse between those

                                who once lived and those about to die

Conversation! Spiritual entities communicating with this vestige plane.

Conversation - like the jazz musicians with lips perched;

                oral fixations on the orgasm of song (melody, rhythm, form).

                                Forever with ears open.

Body and mind interact in simple, chemical speech,

                allowing sweet, simple experience to take hold,

                imprinting on the fertile page of Fetus;

                                Nature and Nurture at a stand still.

Like the priest mid sermon, pausing only to speak

                in tongues of spirits, God's own Holy language.

                The Holy language of rivers, Time, and Space!

                The Holy language of cosmic sexual stimulation.

                The Holy language of trees, Earth, and Womb!

                The Holy language of cyclical rebirth and death.

                                - a death I cannot remorse

               

Out of placenta comes man, baptized in his embryonic ability.

Frontal lobe erect and engulfed with the implantation of ideals

                in Holy conversation; each ideal - personal, meaningful

With perceptions altered, we can look North and confide in Mother.

                With our hands. With the Holy symbolism of verse and rhyme.

                                With our mouths. With our words and the meanings we give them.