listening to Tori's wondrous sparkling sprites
...and I'm listening again

took a walk with a friend to the park
and these isles of hers, of Tori Amos'
these still were flashing behind my eyes

i don't ever know how to
hold or articulate the sensitizing ripple effect
on my consciousness
that some forms have...

so, if this sounds
unfamiliar
you may not have been to this place for a while

is it wonder?
a return to an immediate clarity that we knew as children...
completeness without context, or something...?

...to find yourself awed by
the water in a pond rippling and changing
completely with every new glimpse...?

there is a language that Tori Amos uses
has used much of before
but Now,
it has never been more
familiar
than
Now

for some reason
i keep falling back to a glimpse
i once had
of e.e. cummings' poetry

yes, maybe
i think
e.e. cummings, Tori Amos...
us


yes

watching out,
june's moon comes
round

is
now
soon



hi,

Carlos