Queen of Dreams

Queen of Dreams

What forces the blood that forces the bone
That presses hardly on the soft
Queen of dreams oh, widely, sweet?
That opens the river of days in floods of hope,
A million years calling for being in ten million pounding orders
Rolled down finely to the spilling fire of this instant crying,
Boiled in a power of thousands of two,
Screaming together of now.
Why we all despair and throw in, unleashed, is all because
So much irresistible blood is speaking now at once.

San Diego
January, 2005