A word itself can gain one access to what they seek. A mantra, a prayer, can unite a person to hosts of experiences. One sound could solve all the riddles of the universe. A grunt and spit, if you’ve ever played baseball, could reveal the radical truths at work on the diamond as the second baseman choses where to throw the ball in a double play.
One word can also start a poem.
mystic
rhythm
hypnosis flow
contortion
ornament
corrosion
oblation sound station / variants include contusions on your bled brow / bow down — how now!?
solar
former controller
foreigner
corner / round / as our / cosmos
tao jones folding already known folds
90 degrees seems easy till it’s / round
as a thought crashing down
youre on your knees, now!?
ouch like ink blot
point to the exact spot
if you can’t
then i guess you’r lost
Dan Dorman 