This poem requires thought but don’t hold back in connection with our times.
The grandeur of imagery with lights reigning from the
To devastate the intricate divine creation of the one and another
The sun has less power than these mortal made mortars designed to
Rip the fabric of spiritual import.
The ground swells with the footsteps of antithesis
seeking the way of sensual essence of ideology.
Rip it past the divine mechanics of
Each miracle abbreviated to their core.
Theorgans pumping through theframe of thespirit
are split and split again.
Thesun moves over thesight without thought.
Then we look at the off colors of grey
and brown
and beige
and splashes of red mixed in the earth and the sun hides
from the execution of extricating theshell from thecore.
Intricacies expose
thedevine essence of majesty.
Tears colddrip blinding theview.
The body mechanics intuite a-priori
cognitive function blindly fisting the body mechanism
ripping the a posteriore from the divine essence
leaving nothing.
