LISTENER  (6-22-1992; Galveston Island, Texas)

i listen
ever more closely
to the voices
of my liquid
lyrical imagination
as they subconsciously
filter through
the lingering residue
of my quickly
fading dreams
as their ghostly
apparitions
briefly come
more clearly into
view
wherein at times
greater  hidden
wordless wisdoms
silently arise
in them
like subtle mists
wafting through
my head
as my
tuned in
hypnogogic ears
strain to hear
the silent darkness
yielding up
its revealing
hushed release
of whatever
residual particles
of luminous dreamtime
lights
resonant imagery
they can
for me
to see
whose inner visions
diaphanously
appear
shape shiftingly congeal
slowly into
their own unexpected
expressive forms
mysteriously arisen
up from
out of
sleeps deep
slippery stillness
borne
beyond beyond
into fresh new
manifested beings
fully realized
being
newly now
become
whose visual voices
softly whisper
their subtle
inner guidance
literally and symbolically
into and through
my gently stirring
heads
deceptively open
mind
to loosely paint
whatever views
fleeting impressions
i might sense
see
feel or find
summoned conjured
or purged
up from
here shown inside
this innately
prone to visions
open headed
somewhat crazy
but in a
good way
creative mind
of mine
even so
despite all that
sometimes
even language
seems to fail
falls too short
or far too
shy
to more clearly
express
or say
whatever it was
or is
i sensed
saw  felt
or thought perhaps
they arose
came forth
to more visually
or more
viscerally convey
or of which
at other times
their spontaneous  
spillage
comes out too
thick or densely
worded
or too cryptically
symbolic
in the tales  
and stories
they attempt
to paint
of which
they can also
easily become
seemingly somewhat lost
or lose
their readers
interest
from my tendency
at times
of  
too densely
foliaging my writes
with perhaps
a bit
too many details
but which
almost always
find some way
to overly detail
themselves
completely
full circle
back on track
or which may
also regain
their kinetic footing
after wandering off
tangentially
a little
too far
or too high
away
through occasional
well balanced placement
and rhythmically
flowing bouts
of and through
my chorus like
use
of poetically widened
repetition
yet even so
still i cannot
ever seem
to fully stop
nor curb
this continuous
ongoing ebb
and flow
of my muses
compulsively driven
inner listenings
seemingly perpetual need
to keep on
tuning in
to free them
into being
regardless of any
resultant
deficiencies or flaws
in clarity
rhyme  content
form or reason
which
of course
i completely get
that most
linear minds
most likely
may never get
nor comprehend
at all
but then again
i also get
and fully realize
its not
for them
nor those
i feel
drawn or most
compelled
by my very
nature
to continue
doing so
for
i both
intuitively sense
and know
that its more
than only
a mere key
aspect and facet
of my own
unique
individual way
of creatively expressing
whatever inspired
released or channelled
forms of self
expression
my innermost muse
might serve up
to me
at any time
in any place
for the fact
that it all
arises
comes forth
into manifested being
to exist
and be here
at all
is an innately
predestined part
which plays
and fulfills
an essential role
in my life
as an elemental
gift and tool
to be freely
used
nurtured  expressed
and shared
in the further
growth and fulfillment
of the much
higher purpose
plan
journey and goal
of optimally
further evolving
my ever widening
ever listening
awakened
eternal
soul