OPUS III - OPENING

weirdness weirding wending through our opus opening our hearts' art's harps strumming thrumming the hymn of our us-ness our oneness our only ornery ordinary extraordinary OM-nipresence *lightning leaps from letter to letter* heaven too heavy heaved out of the way by the weight of our NOW the WOW of HOW we weave and warp and weft our wonders into this width this woof this warp this weft of wakefulness this wellness of weirdness this wildness of US *thunder rolls and roils the language* fog fogs grapes gape margins smudge and merge tears smear and sear the page with the rage and sage of strange change chanting its chant of chance and choice and voice rejoicing in the noise the poise the boys the joys the toys of we *the storm builds to a crescendo* opus opens its US its THUS its thrust its trust its must its lust for life for love for the shove and glove and dove of the above and below the flow the floe the fro the THROW of NOW this vow this bow this how this POW this OW this THOU this WOW this TAO *the thunder claps a final crash*