under spreading, broad leaf, ficus limbs, chanting
ancient hymns; dread not crossing great oceans -
engulfing chasms of elemental virtue - a potent,
mass-resurrecting elixir slowly drips
from a cosmic IV into the veins of awakening
souls: self-sacrificing lambs whose blood
nourishes the sleeping hordes too self-absorbed
to stand on lily pads in ponds like lotus blossoms,
opening under a phosphorescent moon's
luminescence. Ill luminous shadows desecrate
dreadnoughts carrying a cargo of feathery souls
on the currents of Styx to a rendezvous
with harmonic symmetry, illuminated
by primordial rays of the first star: the seed
which fertilized a sea of dark matter, inaugurating
an eternal, celestial tide, wave after wave,
to etch enlightenment with lapping erosion.
4 comments:
beautiful
Really nice word play going on here. This is fun to read aloud. Bravo!
NICE writing. Closing of ones eyes to depict the images of the words within, a true test to the fluid form of beauty in the written word.
A humble thank you.
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