To program poetry with people
as the signs that stream meaning
through the collective mind
requires that I am the most abject

It's taken years for the old tribes
to clear out this shell,
even though I was shown
the language they left
their lyrics in, and led
to that sacred mountain
where we [[witness]]ed our cultures
come crashing together.

An angel's wings spread across
the whole horizon, dawning
into a new year's [[light]]
which finally found me,
later that first day, collapsed
and carried by the beat
back into what is beyond dream.

The dancing departed
who left me destitute
on those [[empty]] desert sands,
until you came, timeless
caravan, to caution me
and catch my soul
in an ancient niche,
knowing that [[here]] is
ultimate recollection.