I sang a Canto of country words
Of spirit mingling with identity
I stood and sang and filled the air
In a theater of my special muse –
Underneath pillars of sense & salt
I felt the invisible, intangible
Illuminable work through me
I sang a Canto to the stars
Of heart cleared clean north in heights
With the aspiration to be free
The sun appeared and reddened great
I sang a Canto of sunsets on the verge
Of time naked of politics and self
And my words become finally
A diamond pivot bright born
A luminous page on my knee
I sang a Canto virile in breath
That paused to trace infinity.