Monday, December 26, 2011

my true voice

Screaming fight or flight through lifetimes;
to arrive on this, thrumming pulse.
Constant; but too vast for any calculation,
enumeration, description.

(loving rhymes and chromosomes)

The ethereal light
almost phony, corny looking,
until you’re too close to move away.
It is real, pilgrim
You’re in.

And then you know.
Just in time, the Truth.