God's glass eye spoke|
God's glass eye spoke
from an opaque emptying tongue:
from His siphoning straw,
that It was being born.
It puddled into a sticky spiralling milky whey -
where all the spaces in-between
yearned aching and asking;
"what in hell did he say?"
The son of Suns beamed wanly
onto the crust of the cooling magma pie
while thick grey jagged oceans steamed
in creation of this swirling cauldroned stye.
All the sweet rivers screamed
their pure and plaintiff cry; 'why, oh why,
must all our journeys end in the salted seas,
cried like tears from a looking glass eye?'
Rolling a snake eyes - 7 / 11 -
onto the braised green carpets of a fruitful earth
God attempted an answer
from deep within His own socket of mirth:
'Answers are not made by Chance
and the chances are, so you are."
Deep from within
- the inside of empty -
before "the beginning" of beginning began,
the end of nothing filled an empty cup
raised by a questioning hand
and created a flaming desert, doused in disaffection
poured over a filled; satiated; sterilised
Added to GotPoetry.com ( http://www.gotpoetry.com ) on 20-Dec-2010|