My oracle descended on me
Like a panorama of night through
Divergent clouds
.
When the woman struck my heart
And gripped it with her hands,
Clutching and shaking it into life
And into cognizance.
.
As I stood there making small talk,
Issuing smiles and
Cracking amateurish jokes,
.
My spectacled oracle related to me
Exactly what was happening, the
Woman spreading her crystals
And powderized chlorophyll
.
All
Around
The parameters of my heart
.
As if planting a seed
Of something that can be felt and
That can be smelled,
Like a whispering spring wind
Bringing you to quicksand eyes.