TURQUOISE
Imagine the sky compressed within
The clenched earth
The pressure composed by deep fire
At the core of
The ether of transcendence surrounding
Us until the knuckles & nuggets
Spit high into the air
A smoldering blessing
Of the involuted skies as if even
The light above the sea had folded
Back onto itself so many times
This petrified mirror of stone we carry
Becomes a bible blue
Darkening from beauty into night
David St.John
1 comment:
What happened to your hand??!! Are you ok?
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