OLD MAN ON STREET

He is an expert in all that has not yet vanished.
He lives in the future of the past.
When he sips, he tastes the depths of that one's voice.
When he dreams, the moon begins its plotless projector.
As he pauses to speak, he glimpses what others
might never understand. He can't help them. Equations and caroms
in the air lead everywhere. You see him
coming, but when he arrives, the symphony
of traffic is long over. Night
a bright new body, pulsing to be born.
Can you feel its stickiness inside your veins?
Do you understand each dawn is yet another stair to climb or descend?
In which lifetime did you first know that unfinished song?
Something swoops and disappears down a corridor in his mind.
Who are you? 
He opens his face to a warm wild wind.
Do you or do you not smell God?

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Sacrificial Poet

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