Mr. Mann Delivers an Incantation

Come, say the drums inside
the head. Say the hands
flying through the pulse
of the air. Sleep is past.
Walk. Tuning-fork body,
dog of the soul. Miss me
miss me better kiss

The horizon is purple haze.
You can wear the crown,
Majesty. If you move,
sluggard legs. Wake,
says the moon. Black
photo night, streaks of white
mark the negative. Listen.
Inside the head, brain terror.
Words pour from the mouth.
Speak, waterfall.