I see him now, Mr
tiger-eye,
long dead but on
the other hand
never dying
because so elemental
fixing
faults in the mythic structure
of the cosmos
doling out names for
rock idols (Sagittarian
guitar heroes
before
electricity is
even invented
a sort of
primum mobile
by default, by last resort
when he walks into
an audio studio (ghost walks
for ghost writing) the
turntables turn
and
havoc is played with
digital timers
in such circumstances
we are always on air
thinking new
parables, anthems,
hymns
we can all flow into
can all join in
singing
every street corner whatever
the longitude or latitude
suddenly a Jerusalem.
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