Yoga powers. To make oneself invisible or small. To become gigantic and reach to the farthest things. To change the course of nature. To place oneself anywhere in space or time... in one's deepest inner mind, or in the minds of others. ~JIM MORRISON, The Lords: Notes on Vision

I. am. a. fire. sign.

A homeless man and a homeless dog sit in front of Waterfront station.

A big orange dog.

I sit down on the sidewalk and pet the dog.

A skinny man with his face sucked out by drugs laughs next to the owner of the dog. In front of us lies a hat with coins in it. Words are empty.  

I get up and the two men look at me. I nod my head to them, and they see me, the way the street usually does. Run to your class girl.

I wander into the night.

At the edge of an empty lot above the sea I hold onto a chain link fence and watch the mountains, and then the water, the sky and a seagull. I turn around and there is a man staring at me. He can't see me. I am in love with the night, I whisper without saying a single thing and he steps away. My heart burns and I am a fiery blaze ripping up the city. I purse my lips and take the night in, whistle my life at the park. I am the dusk, I am the flight of the bird. I am the steaming clock. 

There are lights in the trees. This is a world of light, my eyes flash. I roar. I open my mouth. My black hair blankets the Earth and all is dark. I hop onto rocks and run my hands over trees. My thumb and finger rub against each other and I spark. I am a child. I loom and leer and howl, I am bright.

OM, the imperishable sound. 
I am weeping beside a Native girl.