SWALLOW

Fly, my thought,
And like the swallow
Fly high, fly low
For I shall follow.

Belief makes matter I have found.
It’s not the other way around.

Turn the word ‘live’ around,
Spell evil.
Is this what’s meant
By evil spell?

If I should still
Believe in evil
I know for sure
That evil shall

Creep up on me
Right where I wallow
And swallow all if I allow,
Then like a swallow
Fly way low
Into its innate nothingness:
My own creation nonetheless.

Thought-swallow, don’t wallow but
S ail through the air
W ith wings spread wide, having no care.
A llow for air currents, swoop
L ow and then glide,
L ean to one side and fly
O ver walls and all; by and by
Turn around. Now…
W atch out for your barn door.
You are home, safe and sound.