Sunday, July 27, 2014

Point of the Sea II

In trembling and wrenching hard the gut
The truth exploded like lava—
Searing, shocking, a splattering mess.

From the ejecta run multicolored fears,
Melting together to a viscous stream
Of purest white, parching water to all

Who fear for the dynamic range of wavelengths—
Energetically passing to another distant planet—
Traveling the darkness alone.

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