it leaps and bounds
love
climbing vines towards Heaven
zinging past stars, galaxies
meteors flashing
supernova stargaze falling embers
like a waterscape canvas
melting nightscape backdrop
settling upon blooms
springing forth
from each bud
an electrical buzzzzzzzzzz
resonating
a bumblehum
of drones
leaving the air
thick and heavy
like buttercream frosting.
If you look to the sky, you will see the energy
electrical lines quake and quiver
a sonic boom
like static
traveling down one arm
to the fingertip
that touched Gods' own
on the ceiling of the Sistine.
Michelangelo knew about love.
Aboriginals knew.
They needed no speech.
They felt the Earth
pull their chests
outward
magnetic
a throbbing ache
of telepathic temple
told presence of
Mother Earth
God
Buddha
Muhammad
The Great Spirit
Yahweh
The bum in the gutter
has knowing eyes.
I bet you never took
the time to see.
Next
time
look
closer
the iris
reflects
the freedom
of knowing
the same crazed stare
of a driven soul
escaping through
tunnels of poetry
waiting to flood
the city streets
and drown
the foolhardy.
The Genesis
of an Apocalypse.
© Susan Marie
