In the Current of Heaven

So when our twisted longings take
Our souls to form and matter 
comes over our eyes
We weep  that all we see changes
And build damns like beavers
Of thought and mind ways
To keep our selves solvent

Cars telephone wires connect
Text to text
And break apart the nuance in our voices 
once heard aloud
Now travel in bits  marked by computers

Are the unspoken
Are Ears to lies broken

In one instant
Our time gone aslant

Then

The wheel turns
in  a certain movement 
Marked by
strangers 
and
Some awaken
Remember the miracle of water to ice to mist
And ask
Where am I
What is the matter