After language falls behind unable
to keep up in the thin air and no voice
sings because air is down there
and zero does not vibrate, she pulls
out her dream instruments.
She puts people there to want,
people to feel, and when the city
is populated with orchards and voices,
the songs begin in the key of dream
From the edge of the cliff of history
where thin layers of growing minds
make fibers and groups and create
horizons, she sets them walking.
We feel her waters and they sway clean;
battleship clouds drift off our skins.
Lucent and clear voiced we play
forests and mountain streams.
Escape holes stand in broad daylight
and the sun falls in and follows us.
We go and come, voyagers,
in and out of light
from Ascent from
Cleveland: Wild Heart/Steel Phoenix Copyright c 2008
by Russell Salamon, published by Freedonia Press,
of Bottom Dog Press, P.O. Box 425 / Huron, Ohio 44839.
Russell Salamon wonders what he was doing before he
made a left turn into infinity. Now that he is stranded,
he writes poems which try to dig up traces of our
spiritual origins. In the Sixties in Cleveland with
d.a.levy they worked on finding the footprints of
the Void. The news is good, the Void is not empty,
it is full of life: Us. We write things to keep universes
flowing between us.