In honor of Faith Blake.
How future reflections pour from your mouth
And just how bell-chord harmonies verberate across wind-swept steppes
Mobile cries in a teleological wave pattern
I hear everything tomorrow
I have your form
I enact your gratitude without premonition or intent
Roving with your émigrée cognition when indemonstrably lucid
A horizon waiting across the window sill
Heaven could be revived by just such decisions
I have your form
Gargoyle intelligence more massive than a Doppler shift
Plumbs the crossing of crescent and phloem
We see different phases of sedimentary deposit
Tomorrow the basins will arise again in admiration
I have your form
Andy Oram
December 30, 2024