Step Back
Step Back My head opens new life crowns and pushes out The time for talk is over You make yourself impotent with your helplessness There’s a hole in my head a shaft right through me Certain times of year light shines straight in and finds its ground not just any light and on this ground every other day or night a god crowns and squeezes herself out Stop talking Watch out Here comes another one S. Robbins, from Readings