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Dawn
(1965 / Abor, Volta Region, Ghana)

Dawn

it’s the time the cock crows
to lift me above the clouds
into pure space of the God of Songs
and the rites begin in guttural voices
with a journey beyond time, beyond the body
in chariots, rocket ships beyond skyscrapers
and within brass walls, polished marble of Inca artwork
of the mind, each breath a word nearly Immortal

help me, Inspiration, the breath
my God of Song draws for me
this dawn, its like birds singing on the 12th Street
their song is too heavy for this brain

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from Ginsburg's '5 A.M.': brass walls, polished marble, Inca Artwork of the mind - but where's it come from? Inspiration? The muses drawing breath for you? God? Nah, don't believe it, you'll get entangled in Heaven or Hell - Guilt power, that makes the heart beat wake all night flooding mind with space, echoing through future cities, Megalopolis or Cretan village, Zeus' birth cave Lassithi Plains - Otsego County farmhouse, Kansas front porch? Buddha's a help, promises ordinary mind no nirvana - coffee, alcohol, cocaine, mushrooms, marijuana, laughing gas? Nope, too heavy for this lightness lifts the brain into blue sky at May dawn when birds start singing on East 12th street - Where does it come from, where does it go forever? ' So the question is: is Agbemabiese stealing or writing an homage?