"DARK MAGUS MILES AHEAD NO. 7"
(from Visions of a Skylark Dressed in Black ) Through the glowing-bronze reeds of Harlem midnight and the plum-rose bloom of Spanish twilight African-griot-magus waters the garden of his neon spirals here in the valley of my jazz-consoled hunger and madness. 70 x 7,000 miles we travel the naked truth of hidden beginnings and guessed-at endings, African-griot-magus inhaling demons more easily than I exhale peace of mind or clarity of soul. African-griot-magus balancing divinity like tornadoes humming on the tips of three angels’ tongues. Inside my third mind I build a planet ruled by jasmine, violets, and the shadows of voices bubbling joy. With my seventh mind I hammer a chain of wonders that hold African-griot-magus to all of his promises. With my ninth mind I resurrect my first and dance slow to the music of my soul made new. 80 x 8,000 years we sing the naked story of blue-boned Harlem midnight and plum-rose Spanish twilight. African-griot-magus h