Double Seven and an 8

A stutter from Mumbai
Above Columbus hovers
Basement stacks down here
Wounded cracks over there
Green feed
Supporting need
Across the water
From distant shores
But here
I am compelled to believe
There something so much
greater than imagined
Before I can't go back to
Ahead I will renew
A promise of fulfillment
Flocking seaguls everpresent
Tandoori nights
Humid fires
Burning lights
Idiosyncratic desire
Here in the circle of Columbus
I sit patiently for my abundance
True in farce
Feeling honesty sparse
Vague shadows peer from
around
Steering clear of momentous sound
Awkward silence
eavesdroppers listening
I can't hear but I am wishing
That I could be led down
Magick and masala
Secrets of the world
So simple as such
That I cannot complicate
My life so much
More of all the this
full of all the that
Columbus ashore
Central park is a roar
Double seven and an eight
I have made dull,
Blessed
And
Great