
The Wine We Love
The wine we love is the wine of the spirit The wine we avoid is the wine of the body Though the wine of…
How can we not admire
emptiness especially when it’s
pregnant with superlative Light?
Explosively thrilling in its opening of our
perceptions from toe-tips to galactic
distances more numerous than
sand grains in a colossal
stretch of beach
that turns inside-out instantaneously
this world and all its gala self-
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to an interior smoother than conch-shell’s
mother of pearl and
more radiant than all of underwater
Neptune’s kingdom of diamond thrones and
glittering tridents of purest porphyry
10/15/2011 (from The Match That Becomes a Conflagration)
(drawing by author)
Categories: Poems