Fourth Zone of Gaits

A broken arm lies broken Lying down you feel the pulse And you are bleeding greener grasses Than the open ocean Running through your head it's like an ocean With the amplitude The frequency of momentary openness The brokenhearted open ocean running through The back of moments emptied of The openhearted thinking through the talking I have Given every moment this is Openness to broken arms The bleeding of A greener sort of moment thinking through it All the time This is the moment I am thinking All the time --- Fourth Zone of Gaits - Young Jesus