taste

unfurling clouds
within the vast sky
form a peephole
to the sinking sun

we peer in the horror
that is fleeting delight

sprawls of majesty,
whether mindless
or intended--guided
or collided--there

orange hue gleams
through the blameless
blue sea

and in my mind
i knocked on the door
of eternity,

ready to be formless
and intertwined

she met my gaze
in a joyous flux
of messiah hues--

and deemed me
only ready
for a taste