Pronounce me not dead
as a translator of images
until I have died —
be assured that words only known to tomorrow
are not lost,
they simply hide.

Commands by the gods
quicken the limitless powers
of the mind —
once again
images of all that is
dance on lighted screens
witnessed even by the blind.

The winds blow
with no announcement
or prior rehearsal —
so it is with the inspired,
the products of which
are neither prearranged
nor universal.