I
On the horizon: structure
A red barn bleaching skull white
paint cracked through endless
expansion and contraction
A small decaying bloom silhouetted
against endless blue
II
I follow the pilgrim trail west
the asphalt ribbon unwinding over
the remains of an ancient sea
past caravans of stolen lives
running against time as the cold sun
keeps its impassive watch
III
Blue turns to black and the coldness
of space reaches down unhindered
Icy stars ready themselves to hear
confession though I wonder if there
is any chance of reconciliation.
Where can I flee from your presence?
IV
On the horizon: structure
White clouds building towers against
the purity of early morning blue
A welcome sight after a night spent wrestling
with the infinite. The sky waits patiently as I
limp into the unknown.
Divine Overtones 