Walkabout

Walk about dreaming in the sing-song world:
A burned out car on the highway
Sirens screaming down the pike,
The smell of burnt flesh,
Sickly pumping through the AC;

Yes, we walk about dreaming in the sing-song world:
24-16-3-22-18 and a shaking hand
In a dingy convenience store,
Secret victory over dull expectation,
We are jumping inside;

Walk about, walk about in the sing-song world:
The headline reads 43 dead,
Staring at a little blue TV screen
We try to remember to feel sorrow,
And hope for a commercial;

Singing and singing, we walk and walk:
Bones ache and breath comes slow,
The face in the mirror old and lined--
No more is coming, no more is near
We rush to the phone to call children grown;

And then in the dreaming all the notes stop:
Behind the eyes of those all about
Raging bonfires of white-hot divinity,
A soul warmed by the presence of It,
So much magnificence hidden.

Walkabout singing in the dreamsong world