Good writing, with a strong point and with life oozing out.


April 24, 2011

cold in the grave he lay
molecules toward disorder
consumed by tiny parasitic life

bearing the disappointment of a movement
the dashed hopes of followers
the unfulfilled promise of God

utterly forsaken
by ‘Abba Dear Father’
the coldest shoulder

then a bzzzt and a flicker
a subtle stirring
now a breath

but still enveloped
in darkness
pushing through

the earth shakes
unable to contain
the energy

eyes opening
muscles taut
synapses firing

rising up
like a great cosmic muse
to ignite the dreams
of a tired world

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