velocity of journey postpones

when auras respond to precious breath,

when fine-lined fibers 

spread along prismed spaces

as though Don Genero had spraypainted them 

Sulphur Springs winds bathing our wide open ride

distant desolate Chiricahuas quickening the sight,

our bodies reciprocate 

weightlessly unfold 

with that which rises above 

 ten wanderers embarked on luminous journey

unfathomable warriors riding cheap retreads,

tires somehow mounted

aligned with anywhere, 

minds temporarily abandoned 

aboard this inflated rubber raft,

where battleship settlers applaud

each time when the driver farts out the window

blaming the potholed bus responsible

and somewhere along that burnished road,

a metaphysical lift agreed to expresses itself

so that these travelers

would get caught inside each other's transient awareness,

to emerge from the gateway,

tonal into nagual 

nagual back to tonal

meantime the driver considers "where we ever gonna find a spare tire?"

meantime the driver responds "when we quit tryin",

and outside the singed inevitable cacti laugh

meantime the windshield 

reflects an image of a nesting owl

unfolds her prophecy:

these ten butterflies

will pass through this web

thus insuring their transcendental fate

3 sept 1975; outside Douglas, AZ