Thursday, July 12, 2007

"Spherical Eye"

The horizon I had thought it to be;
The birth of the spheres that spans itself;
As far as the inner eye can see;
Forming into a cone pattern;
In preparation across an expanse;
It is awe in creation;
A mingling of the spherical romance;
Beyond the cone pattern are crystallines;
Quartz like fetuses suspended in time;
Spirals set forth towards the stars of the North;
Gradual in a steep climb;
Plumes of energy explode in grace;
Pieces transfixed upon stars and moons;
Outwardly in many directions;
Cosmic dust forming into dunes;
The Quasar light becomes minuscule;
Soon it becomes a slight point;
I shed my final ethereal cloak;
Allowing the motion within to anoint;

© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

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