Cloud of Owls wild horse baby underneath the cloud of owls lives in a secret kitchen by the sea watches the paws of the moon invent all sound as comets shoot across the sky chasing bright heat like a heartbeat chases blood in streams and the tip of the heart is the tongue it's the same in everyone but the tip of the comet could be knobby baby legs like the last bit of fire is a new wild baby running! What enchanted possibilities! What miraculous knowledge! O to finally break free, a thread cut from the sun O to finally break free, wind at back of the mind Are we not boxed in by time? Are we not prisoners of time? Time is hissing and we are spitting Time is licking and we are shrinking Time is tumbling and we are crawling Time is nothing but we are! We are! We sense in every grain a yes and in every shard of sun Layers of delicacy overwhelmed instantly as all the affairs of fire come into action Our free bodies our free bodies in the wind and in the rain Our free bodies our free bodies chasing bright heat in bloodstreams And around an endless maze of dreaming mind Everyday has everything that every other day Has had since the start of time alive Baby you're wild As young and old as everything endless What wish has the world in it? Are the senses in space without sensing? Free young wild old baby living in the chase of the heat Swimming in the run of the stream As someone builds a house in Wyoming Especially designed for the comet that will burst thru the atmosphere And land on top of a pile of laundry in the basement