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 in 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.
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