A Prophecy

"A Prophecy"

O future bards

Chant from skull to heart to ass

As long as language lasts

Vocalize all chords

Zap all consciousness

I sing out of mind jail

In New York state

Without electricity

Rain on the mountain

Thought fills cities

I'll leave my body

In a thin motel

My self escapes

Through unborn ears

Not my language

But a voice

Chanting in patterns

Survives on Earth

Not history's bones

But vocal tones

Dear breaths and eyes

Shine in the skies

Where rockets rise

To take me home