The Mahdi Times The Mahdi Times Issue #23 October 2014 | Page 76

Poetry from The Wingmakers Found In All 24 Chambers Of The Time Capsule Chamber 1 Listening I am listening for a sound beyond sound that stalks the night land of my dreams, entering rooms of fossil-light so ancient they are swarmed by truth. I am listening for a sound beyond us that travels the spine's invisible ladder to the orphic library. Where rebel books revel in the unremitting light. Printed in gray, tiny words with quicksand depth embroidered with such care they render spirit a ghost and God, a telescope turned backwards upon itself dreaming us awake. Never-blooming thoughts surround me like a regatta of crewless ships. I listen leopard-like, canting off the quarantine of bodies sickened by the monsoon of still hearts. There is certain magic in the heartbeat which crowds the sound I seek, but it is still underneath the beating I wish to go. Underneath the sound of all things huddled against the tracking dishes that turn their heads to the sound of stars. I am listening for a sound unwound, so vacant it stares straight with the purity to peer into the black madness of time