Good day, good morning, and good afternoon.
What has yet to be -- answer for me, look,
Above the clattering disasters’ doom
within the abundance of a moment
As though it were a Lamp made of Copper
and ornate as the lamp sent by Mother
from Cherry Valley to Arizona
where it was piled on top of a mountain
of energy plus matter and light strength
Four hundred miles away at Oak FLat
it Rang on the Earth Rang as it Landed
This is that Sound as Nameless and Sacred
