Blue Flute

You are heart. I am mind.
We are soul.
 
Waves invert. Their yields disperse in chains of blood stars
that cleave apart the lone sun burning.
 
Nighttime,
the world has crossed in decline.
The earth has melted to sea.
Frozen Neptune,
give the chill of your scepter of rings.
 
We are one.
Waves recess. Winds digress.
The impoverished sun is dead.
Crack sky
dome
to an astronomy that drips out a corner.
 
"There's a quickened spell,"
repeats the psalms of the Pleiades.
"You are one stroke out from Heaven.
This thought
will carry you there."
 
When the heart aches, the mind will reason.
When the mind stalls,
the heart beats.
 
The spell that entangled you
will lift you to the world.
The teaching that complicates the heart
will be the chime that wakes the sanity.
 
Escape loneliness,
and escape the bursting sun.
There are homes here and equity.
You can choose your one.