I used to work for money, now I work for Auroville.
I used to work for corporates, now I work for a better world.
I used to travel the world, now I am on an inward journey.
A blue bus of red Indians
are dragging along a Greek God
and all that they touch becomes.
Angels and dogs protected by a cactus
drink whiskey and marrow
and hammer away on a cross.
Opened back alleys and closed chests
garnished with white feathers, a lizardskin
is what they want to raise to the sky:
‘Give a microphone, expose to the Eye’