12/29/12

Growing Apart from the Utopia of Soul (a poem)


The relativity of colors pass through commercial checkpoints
with point political supervising
bullets packed for peace monger progressives
balancing accounts on economics' ledge
so what can be said of sensibility
remains unsaid

A never ending phenomenality in flight from unchanging forever
the black hole heart of uncertainty at its smallest size
pops in and out of being
ranging across an infinite sea of social lies
the field in which it's embedded
like the tombstone at the head of the grave
reads the names of what was and will be saved

Thoughts in the mind of God
these riddles in temporal rains and snows
are winds through dark forests racing
to each worldspace and galaxy spent
on the way to becoming what has been
a song of the season

Shadows multiply shadows unbecoming
the other side of gravity faster than light
hopes emerging in waves of creation
positively attracted to the morality of right
the rehearsal was presented in silence
a performance for the futility of time's slight

The glory of morning light is a witness of meaning
sharing the beauty of the sea, sky and reason
for thus is nothing better'd by dreaming
except the Spirit of God generating souls to arise

In an eclipse of ecospheric health human wealth grows
apart from the ways of creation,
apart from the Utopia of soul.


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