where the words come from

and then in my soft porch innocuous
a sweet voice pentecostal
clear as moonlight outside Tucson

injected me with calmest night

like an angel knocked silly by plainsong
I fell among headstones fluttering I
thudded, a confused marsupial

caught in headlights
though I was driving and considered myself

I veered toward them
but they flew either side of me
two bikies out for a burn in the dark

or the long trek


of the solar system debris
zones and lava flow
and all my history

cooled into light