Friday, November 30, 2012

My Own Magnificence

All of the water
clinging so close
is absorbed
into the sky

So our spirits
charged in earth
become magnetized
on the other side

Cosmic jizm
residue of unions
joined and left
in perpetual tease

That finds no end in
time or space
all that merges
must divide

The truth just shifts
adjusting its rod
to the flutter touch
torn through God