the searing vision
without eyes
in fluttering convection
shocking surmise

life, beyond perception,
as language, as song,
listen--
to the restless sea
subsiding in
perpetuum:
in deep breath,
gasping--exerting to its own depths
composed of its own invincible
infidelity

emerald christened hills
humbly stood
bearing wild notions
swept by fleeting genteels--
whims yawned by
some Mind without strain

seeing Everything, Absolutely
dust bellowing into Majesty
through Demise--the dark reach
into void, the resolve to
find no resting place.

in whispers strike
the quest for minds
to be minded
and held
and understood

but I see the flock of birds
that flutter in accord
without an assumed savior
crying out falsities in charm
in a quest to impose to
the Over Mind
the white flutterers find
and listen and exume to,
speaking, truly,
singing the divine language,
song, in Apotheosis