tune your ears
earthwise
now stretch the note invisible
sky high as high where stars chatter
then somewhere in-between
an audible slap in the face
the crows caw
black as night
so you can only hear them,
black as earth below surface
so you can only feel,
black as all living matters
speckled with ancient iridescent-rainbow starscapes
everyone’s memories
before the prism made color divisions
 
there’s no higher or lower
frequency
just the listening
in the quietude
between sounds . . .
for the pattern and timing
of radio crows infiltrating the airwaves
spiritual spies on a mission to stop the murdering,
audible slaps in the face
stop the murdering!!
audible slaps in the face
until you hear some whispers
in your day-dawning ears
 
somewhere in-between earth & sky
cacophonies
until you hear music
from the spheres
endlessly long cello strings
strung to the vibrating brown soils,
resonating red and gray desert soils,
white sands, green sands,
Bermuda pink beaches,
Red River winding nearly 1,400 miles through Turtle Island
carrying red sediment downstream,
Yellow River (Huang He) in China carrying yellow sediment
 
radio crows rattling the airwaves,
radio crows messing with the microwaves,
radio crows quipping “be hear now”,
radio crows playing your favorite hits from so long ago
you forgot they’re your favorite hits
radio crows
but the jury is out
as to whether all our colors
come from pure white light
or black as black as moonless starless night
but there’s no time to argue about this now
just tune your heartfelt frequency
to song sparrows delicately marking the distances
between crow cawings, rattles, and clicks
 
the jury is out
but the radio crows know
who the real murderers are