I Could Explode Into Spring: (Improvisation 09 05 2007) Poem by Lee B. Mack

If one could read the music I for one could say of choosing
Indulgence leave culture’s musical dictionary to gansta rap
To say things the way they’ve always been I could in the
Looking glass find first images in the lightning pass
First heaven opening, concentrate see the slip of entry into
Heaven’s coming to the deeper judgments to sustain us,

And that to vent each day in the shortness of space approaches
To gods in vain; I could streak in a sparkle from the touch
Of an angel’s wan accelerate and pass into tomorrows’ come
And gone with music fly but I am synchronized to the gravity
Of low life or the lack of speed -my aerodynamics ply inside
Inescapable man design too lyrical in the glory disbursed

One could await destiny’s second heaven and the genetic
Bridging of unrivaled experience attaching to carry spirit
To awareness -one could lead and on our way do the art of
Music, dance and play or one could lead to war over the
Un-judged dominions the ones the gods could make and then
Forsake –leaving – this progression to give way to the secret coming

Evolution of culture’s music when want insist to play like
The coming of spring. One could suffer need to bloom
Attaching to string lifelines from lowland rivers looping
Cities and islands of capture where fugues of longer
Arrangement cut to the beauty of flowers or one like
New music could play and explode into spring.