I can feel it in my body
Movement thinking paths world-wide
Skyward chanting, rivers, bongos
Peace to scrape the atom's tide.

Nowhere-creeping earth-bound precepts
Spurn their linkage with a grinding swirl
Of apples, novas, radial helium shrieking
Or a gentler “wow” for this musician's
    awestruck world.


Michael Webb

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