Thanks to YOU.

My utterences,
the cheap sounds that betray my heart,
the soul of things, my leap into joy -
a fundamental frequency sourced in that one
pure thankful moment, lost.

	The wave that washes
	all the badness from the world
	all the sadness from the songs - 
	is a sinewave.

I bathe in light spectacularly still.
My being leans and ripples with its force,
but my heart is calm, drifting 
on an ocean warm and blue it is,
a sea-faring engine room it is.

	The beat that drives
	all the engines of the world
	is a heartbeat.

And though I gulp and struggle
and often plunge this heavy head 
clean under, know, I am here 
under the Sun with you, sharing 
all that is good in silence.


Cor, 6-2000