I don't dream in politics
in the dead letter post office words
the messages for the consumers
the bought and paid for birds.
forever turning the dial on no living colors.
bear with me awhile if you want to
I dream in poetry
in what it was before the cawing doves took over
and exploited it for slogan gold
fools gold I cried with Bradbury by my side
and the Holy Ghost too. the reft Imagination
ever and ever shining through and presiding, still
there are worlds on worlds where there are no elections
and no government too.
where the soul rules with God above it.
where beauty rules with no crown
but virtue.
where at the heart of things
I sing with multitudes rainbow shriven for the King of Kings.
mary angela douglas 8 february 2020
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