Lo, the rainmaker comes
to the Unreal City
City of Mirrors

Cousins on the sidewalk-- replicants, revenants, doppelgängers and the repetition of history, birth and death ceremony, ritual, honor, tradition, gunfire, buglecall--

Look at the way the light falls in photographs, as if these unknown and unknowable people are blessed, caressed, confessed divine or favored by forgotten gods, heroes, torch bearers, crowned by the tribe, the culture

Stone Fields / A Spectre Haunts Texas...

While with these words anyone and no one may be joined, linked, connected through magic beyond warriors farmers women offspring into settings of clerks, scribes, those who have the king's tongue and ear-- those uplifted and buried in the embrace of civilization

We call on those things to which we are attached-- coins, radios, salt, voices, scandals, dangers, pleasures, sea changes of consciousness in bottles bearing messages over tides, waves generated by brain or mind or transmission towers--
Upon these we stake our reality (do we not?) and create all those impossibilities which never existed

Drama, resolved in tragedy or comedy meaning death and memory or life in acts

Enamored, remaining in darkness with the vicissitudes of style, fashion, reflections in the surface of unformed night.

Dogs bark, horses panic, looking toward things we can not see.

Stone Fields

From afar, a distant land
I recall your stranger’s hand
Where the wild waves thrash the shore
I will live to see no more

Flying down the highway
Flying down the highway
These things that I have known
These dreams that I have known
These fields will turn to stone

Now I’m falling
Where the river runs
Looking always toward the mountain
But I never, no I never see the sun

Flying down the highway
Flying down the highway, away, away
These things that I have known
These dreams that I have known
These fields will turn to stone

I remember deep blue friends
Open doorways, tragic ends
I remember fragile lies
Broken shorelines, haunted eyes

Flying down the highway
Flying down the highway, away, away
These things that I have known
These dreams I have are gone
These fields will turn to stone