Words In The Rind

I woke to the sound of the whisper of wings
The first bird had risen from my rusted sink
And she sang
And she sang

I walked through the prison on droppings of white
Watched Dan eat his sandwich as talons gripped tight
To his head
His bald head

I refuse to read
What is written in the rind

One night in confinement, the doors bent and whined
At once, they all flew in to nest in my eyes
I blinked and an orange grove appeared, green and bright
As one flips a light switch, I'd left, I'd arrived

Words in the rind
Mind, rend them away
To lift past skeins of binding
Blinding, clamoring to you

They're yours and they're mine
Deny them
I'm not mistaken
Wide, white sky, I'm still listening to you
Still listening

Fat hands on his rifle, the hero arrived
Said, "We'd feel much safer if you were behind bars"
I wished him the best, but the birds would decide
I trust that the message will reach past the blind pigs

Words in the rind
Mind, rend them away
To lift past skeins of binding
Blinding, clamoring to you

Will of divine
Entwine me
In sunny eons' sleep
Holding, folding nature in its deep

On quiet, frozen freeways
The manifestations, the orange globes
Slowly float towards a clean sky
A procession of nature, the stardust heads home

I refuse to read what is written under
Knowing is the end of wonder
The end of wonder, oh
The end of wonder

There I'll begin, intertwined
There I'll begin, undefined
Growing past the rind, the rind, the rind
Growing past the rind, the rind
Growing past the rind