as if to breathe of being in the very infinite infinitesimals
every erg of inspiration, through the blood electric
i wander on earth born new in heaven, astonished
fire inside to capture the luminosity of a spirit newly ignited
escaping the dream, stealing art from the imagining
they dance into form in the turning of my weightless hands
in tune with the music of the spheres, to sound in light
a nameless flower
3:48am thursday, 18th september
Beautiful imagery.
Your poetry inspires me to begin writing again.Many thanks.
reflection
5:52am thursday, 18th september
When Jesus doesn't want to be a use, and the devil is holy, we'll all look elsewhere for freedom from what should have been.
a nameless flower