He studies ancient star grids
Music sharp enough to tear off time
Stirring young minds
The body of prophecy claims its songs
Soar to cathedrals so distant
Subjects collapse into objects
Fears become prayers
The rhythms of many pasts
Meld unsteady harmonies
Tell us the heavens are everywhere
If we look without our eyes
It’s a safe way to live
If you live as long as you like and
The mind acts just as it thinks
And knew what I wasn’t
Until it was