I the People

I the people to the things that are were & come to be. We were once what we know when we make love    When we go away from each other because we have been created at 10th & A, in winter & of trees & of the history of houses we hope we are notes of the musical scale of heaven—I the people so repetitious, & my vision of to hold the neighbors loose- ly here in light of gel, my gel, my vision come out of my eyes to hold you sur- round you in gold & you don’t know it ever. Everyone we the people having our vision of gold & silver & silken liquid light flowed from our eyes & caressing all around all the walls. I am a late Pre- in this dawn of We the people to the things that are & were & come to be Once what we knew was only and numbers became It is numbers & gold & at 10th & A you don’t have to know it ever. Opening words that show Opening words that show that we were once the first to recognize the immortality of numbered bodies. And we are the masters of hearing & saying at the double edge of body & breath We the lovers & the eyes All over, inside her when the wedding is over, & the Park “lies cold & lifeless” I the people, whatever is said by the first one along, Angel-Agate. I wear your colors I hear what we say & what we say . . . (and I the people am still parted in two & would cry)