When I let my eyes
fall
into
its
wisdom
I don’t hear my voice
inside but
an angelic Lily Afshar
playing guitar with her eyes
closed
gently
and singing
note perfect
in the Irish flute voice
of that shaven-headed girl
who tore a photo of
some pope
The dancing of meaning
inside somewhere
changes me like …
nothing I can describe
and I can’t say
what I want except
to be prophetwise
and to gain Your smile
So I read and
sink
within
its
magic