Curtis Burns

1/22/98

 There's a little plastic cassette that had everything on it - 
could have had everything on it. 
There's about an hour of blank space 
that tells me who i am. 
If i listen, i can hear. 
Still, i'm afraid there's nothing there 
on the tape, that is. 
Even though it said "recording" just as it is 
The sound did not lie down, you see. 
The man was channeling and channeling about me. 
He said the astrology reading was free 
though i paid him anyway. 
So he told me about me 
and being born on and where i was. 
About who i am and what i want to be. 
I stared into my crystal 
and just let him talk to me. 
The recorder said "go" 
and i swear it played back when i checked it. 
But the words aren't there. 
The voice isn't there - in certain places. 
Just dead air. 
Like static. 
Sometimes there are muffled spots 
where you can make out the sound, 
but no words can be heard. 
He was speaking though 
Speaking to my soul. 
Some of those things 
I wasn't supposed to know 
and that's why they don't show. 
That's why they don't play 
like the words "you'll be famous one day." 
That plays. 
(If i could only remember that day.) 
Staring into my crystal, i listened to him tell me. 
It's the episodes of blank space 
where the sacred words were spoken. 
They couldn't be recorded and i had no control. 
The recorder did it for me. 
I am wanting those words back, you see 
or to make them new anyway. 
A couple of hours of blank space... 
I've wanted someone to tell me. 
Begged someone to show me. 
"Tell me who i am." 
Still, i know. 
In my soul of souls 
what everyone will know 
If we just close our eyes and listen - 
In the silence of the blank space - 
everything's been written. 
It's all there. 
We only have to listen. 
           Listen
  listen
listen...   
I can see the oceans of words 
the pages of books 
the depth of the known. 
Oh, the loss of Alexandria!!!!! 
How it saddens me so. 
How different the world would be. 
Oh, my beloved home. 
Alexandria. 
And in those depths of volumes - 
the secrets of the past 
the mysteries of the tombs 
the answers to the womb.