Ever since I was a kid
I was aware of it
Cultivating And polishing
This precious jewel
For instance taking my
action figures to this one
Window in our old house with
Sheer White Curtains
This was heaven
Where a lot of toys got reincarnated
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Sometimes
The religious sense involved
My walkman
Walking around desolate locations
Observing Texas shrubs and fences
I was a collector of strange
Sounds and Sights
Believing that these were
My transport
The way the Egyptians
Designed their boats of the soul
Or the way James Brown
Did just about every single thing
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One time
Crossing Avenue A
Ornette Coleman screaming in my ears
Funny scraps of people flying past
And a beautiful woman maybe 40
With the beauty that is only cultivated
By a woman who knows about beauty
Not just stumbling upon it like some girls
And she smiled and I smiled back
Sharing this religious sense
in the easiest
most natural kind of way
