Chapter 3



My brother Rama loves to dance
Pointing, circling
Silence echoing
To the Star North
Ears point forth
Like the magic wand
All music birthing
From his circling
Ears
Wine, wine, divine
A point is a point
A view is a view


Tip-taps, shimmering
His tip-tap-tail rattles
Someone I could not see
Having wine with him
Soft shoeing, tip toeing
Up and down
Here and there
Madly he runs
Flips 
On the air
One foot on the ground
Three feet floating
In a field of
Antigravity
Wine is divine
A point is a point
A view is a view



Bewitched
Fire dance
My brother Rama
Born from the wine
Loves to dance
Madly in love with someone 
Whom I could not see
No birds
Nothing
Nowhere
He chases his tail for a big bite
And throw the dice 
Into that starry
Forever night
Still
I see nothing
No birds
Nowhere
Nothing there
More wine
A point is a point
A view is a view


My human watches him in tears
Her arms reach the sky in still
Sun and Moon rise and set 
More stars shooting
From that All Seeing Eye
--Free will
Coyote echoing the wild winds 
Across the oceans, across the lands
Fates her ally
Rainbows her hands
These are nice and fine but nothing tangible
At hand
No 
Flirting
No
Birds around to set the fire
No
No stories to tell
No words to swear
Only
Rama
Up and down
Here and there
Jumping against the wall
Shadow catching
Wild winds laughing
My human
Whirling
Untamed
Silence
Echoing
Still


No
Birds
Around 
No Fluttering
No singing high, no flying low
--No--Thing--
Nothing special really happening
What do they see
That I could not see
How strange?
Are they trying to be 
Beautiful
Like my birds?
Humm---
Now 
I 
See
Wine, wine, divine
A point is a point
A view is a view

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Music Credit: Mstislav Rostropovich plays J.S Bach Cello Suite