When the sound took me out of the house and into the yard
it grew wings and en-colored like the lofty earth-bird
who will not flee us so I stayed close to the sound
and the nerve within that was always trembling
trembled again until I closed in on the ghosts
and their kind voices and empty forms so close to mine
like those cracks in the universe leaking still more color
until I could not what we call see but could feel and hear
so I followed the sound as if drinking from the chalice again
and continued through the city with its warrens and cafes
and old homes carved out of nothing    as is everything
and then moved on to the countryside where lakes became
eyes dotting the earth’s skin to lure me deeper into sound.