Cresting Creation
A spruce tree points
the way while waves
of topographic contours break
against
my digital imagination.
Geologic layers build upon
the monitor. The right hand
touches some contrasting
consciousness and clouds
of visionary water build
an altar in the sky. The rain
in coming days will sound
its holy holy
holy on
the rising ground.
~Son Rivers 2005
THERE AND GONE ….
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2 comments:
That is just too gorgeous for words.
Feith
holy holy holy
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