what is life? - but
a mere succession of incessant seconds
perched upon listless breath.
death comes as a barn owl;
dull and imperceptible.
My tongue is a spider
Spinning a web of words;
Wonder is: the birth of morning
which rises in the soul---
A sun knotted within a cradle of bone,
flaring like a child's pudgy fist;
The caterpillar at evening,
meandering as an awkward wave;
A cherub tabernacled in a Chrysalis cathedral;
the face of God revealed in a quark---
A fierce Phoenix thrashing