Friday, June 26, 2015

secret messages.

terrific cloud, close to
dominating the sky, allowing the lightening
to scream its frustration

this place heavenly- gift of the magi.
wisps picking themselves upward
to
the stratosphere- that which is my bride

and all my space
who i unfortunately terrify,

who questions my existence, then
ceases to, then

thinks of what an explosion might feel like.

please endow this shock a birth,
a place to sit-
both molecular and universal at once. two
reflect one another

when one and one face. all the spores
speak over each other

becoming a reaching star.
do not questions the genius. stay quiet,

you, gratuitous,
who do not find appeal in royalty.

i am home.