MORNING ON ANOTHER PLANET
TIME MEANS NOTHING HERE(Gravity less
There is both silence and celestial sounds
Debris from rockets falls like rain /pockmarking dust
Always heat ,Light,explosions in huge symphonic movements
Leaps of Mandelbrots.Stars,comets,meteorites spin madly
spiraling past faster than sight.Know them micro and macro /scopic
Mighty worlds on the head of a pin.Tiny microcosms larger than solar systems
You return in a different worm hole.Arrive before you were born.Attempt to speak
yet the articulation of wonder sleeps.How can you describe your flying dreams?
Each night one million moons,faces turned towards one hundred suns.
You have not enough lives to count components of evolving consciousness.
Expanding frontiers fall to closed systems in your Atlantis/Lemuria islands.
Pyramids remain,yet they lose power and alignment.
Scars on the landscape tell stories before Bibles.
You open your eyes to sing,but your eyes are butterflies
flapping winged away from your canyon mouth,struck dumb with praise.