Jimi, are there harps in heaven.
For your ears, hearing, making, breathing
Rhythm round the planes of colour like
Light itself, the frequency is that high.
James Marshall Hendricks
Born 27th November 1942.
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Ode to Now
Sitting at this juncture
In the day, reading
Song in my brain
Feeling blood in my
Lips and warmth
In my veins as
Love courses through
Me, not Romance
But Now, alone,
An island, I am
It, here, sitting, at
One, no
Thought of anywhere
But now and here –
The facts that
Combine to make
My Being be –
Sound, sight, hair,
Teeth, Feet,
Me.
Being Every Day 