from “The Ones Who Listen”
To simply be a part of the changing afternoon light The old man I see / in my visions is composed of all the days / in between Your sense/awareness of who you are cannot be confined within / language You go up to Medicine Bow / and open the sky and step through
Review of Uncanny Resonance, Book Two by Whit Griffin
Every word of this book is Angel, ἄγγελος, the potently vitaminal vessel through which eternity manifests as dilatory consciousness in this world.