I sit far from the altar forfear, give myself distance,breathing room, unworthyand aloof.Angels tumble intothe abyss.Leave town, mystic,leave home, leave here,vision no more. The word.Heat of the day, lust heat,heat work, red heat, body heat.Knownbefore the start of the start,knownbefore and after and into andabove and below and through.Nothing on the journey buta walking stick. Balance ofthe planets. Carrying myburden, dragging myhomeless bags, plastic as myhopes, incorruptible.Stranger manger