i dreamed of the left-handed
child standing in the middle of
the road
i have been dreaming about
preaching on milk cartons
most of my dreams
come from the ocean
my sleep is a classroom
my teachers
are mostly dead
they speak
because i listen
i dreamed of the left-handed
child standing in the middle
of the road
i have dreamed of
a line stretching
back to the beginning
how can a line be
a maze
snatch a people out of a
paradigm set them
outside of existence
and majick must
occur if they
are to go on
they must be protagonist
crossing a desert
coming into
the maze of another
man’s logic
a straight line
up out across
an ocean
i have dreamed of
sitting on the bottom
looking up
woke to find myself
seeing from above
things revealed
i dreamed of the left-handed
child standing in the middle
of the road
Eya texted me
confirmation
a push in the small
of the back
up the hill
staying to the right
of the left-handed
child leaving yucca
anise brandy and
canary seed
at his feet
Omi tutu.
Ile tutu.
Ona tutu.
Tutu eshu.
Tutu orisha.
staying to the
right side of the road
bowing to the left-handed child
armed with bow & arrow
opening
the door for me
Omi tutu. [Mojubar: I give homage
Ile tutu. [Omi:water]
Ona tutu. [Tutu:cool,fresh]
Tutu eshu. [Ile:house,temple]
Tutu orisha [ona: road! path]
do you talk to God
