all before us

The Oracle made me work a bit today. She did make me think of this little book I’ve been making from a catalog I received in the mail. You can make poetry from anything, even blurbs written to sell you things.

if we
listened as if
we could remember the
voices of angels in
side trees of stars–
what then?

would we
hear the heart of
the universe open
our breath, awakening
the foolchild to
being?

I’m going to be taking a bit of a break until the end of the year as I have piles of things I need to attend to. I’ll try to visit the Oracle as usual though.