i knew somebody

i knew somebody
i could not understand
i was kept inside
stone circles

could see the sky,
stared into darkness
and saw shooting stars
but just from inside

i wanted to go out
and meet you
i listened to your song
but it cannot be

you fly, i swim
i swim, you fly,
and though i see
no bad in you

you are no good
to me, i cannot
stay in here,
i broke the fence

as i cannot
be near you
i run into the trees
and let silence

be in me.
for you i am
now gone wild
and far away

but me, i feel the
cold bed of snow,
freezing but free
i can live or die.

stone circles,
totem poles,
black holes
will not conquer

my life is open
my mind is me
and even with
a lost heart

i can enjoy the
night , no blanket
but running
my own way

maybe not so good, but 
thanks i am stoned and  a bit drunk

a kangaroo in the universe: trying to make no sense

now out here
in the universe
in, out,
i meet the kangaroo

one way or another,
out, in,
i tell you or me
the universe is

much too wild
and kangaroos
are not reliable
too much zigzag

and i don't  know
the milky way
i could get lost
o, i am already

i forgot, just trying
to hop along
as there  was only you,
kangaroo


to see for my human
educated mind.
listen what, i tie
a shawl around my eyes

it is good
to be blind
when i don't know
one from the other

only one i know,
i cannot fall here,
i don't walk,
i am  carried

by sun wind
and magnetic fields
to the complete unknown.
sorry, i said, no fuel,

jump, kangaroo,
i am not you,
i am empty
and another.

don't sniff at me,
i have no scent,
my trace is burnt
let me dream

hi, i heard voices,
we are all here.
so i was told,
but i am deaf,

i said, i pointed
a finger to my,
lips, i am dumb,
of course, they

shouted: you liar.
i started to snore
and then a star
exploded.

a few days and nights

Patti Smith ,Higher Learning

In My Blakean Year, Patti Smith

the window

i see the glass
needs cleaning.
i look through
my window.

i see the bird
circling above clouds,
then golden mist
and through it light

and there- the bird
coming at me
and swaying off
to climb the sky

it will not rest
on my hand,
a soul in flight,
i glimpsed its eye

i feel good
it was not a
fighter plane
coming out of

a blinding sun
shooting at me,
but i feel so sad
that i am still alone

i open my window
and throw crumbs
out into the garden,
seeds into the snow

maybe another year,
they grow
and will be green
and remind me

of my heart
soaring high,
hidden at night in
the folds of  wind

open to void
and bleeding
into a space
beyond.

Snowy White,midnight blues 2012

Maya Deren , Meshes of the Afternoon [1943]

Maya Deren , ritual in transfigured time

"To Ascend" - Yes

"Were you drifting
On a strange tide?
Collecting visions
From the other side?
Caught between day and night
You were stealing moments past hours
of your life
And balancing on
The edge of a knife

Memories of once longer days
They keep on flooding back
The adventurous times when we
traveled life’s road
Though we were often blind
But with a lot more heart
And for each other
Taking the time

On a wing and a prayer
A wounded bird in the hand
With the eyes of a child
Come to understand
I will open the book
Raise the pen
Let it reinvent
My life again
Take me from where I am
As a freed bird
Flies from the hand
To ascend, to ascend...etc"

Bob Dylan ,Hallelujah

Bob Dylan , Girl From The North Country