Rejoicing: Essene Desires
From an eternal brilliated deep--
The kind that quickens
The lightning lay of astrocytes --
The harmonic storms which cavitate
Toward my mortal containment, come;
Their promptings are the fervor that made me
Already a seeker, already in touch with our star;
This Oh-Hap Day pulses pliantly on,
And verbates in-net with three pound sublety
While it suns me ever toward my callings,
And a curved, blue-filled sky.
As this manifold millions-of-light
Homes happily onto my first love of physics
It accelerates from earth heights
Down thru microtubules in the north,
Crown-crashing into my viral glee
Like milkbots trying to splush thru
To the dark manners of my celestial dreams.
--work is a sweet tweet: I sleep--
In odd moments I gyroscope their differences
Within the channels behind my abbs;
Sway them playfully
Against their own magnetic heavings;
And knowing the science of my delightful gain,
I tiggle giggle these reflective seekings
For a year or two, eye gazing our wobbling interfaction.
Then, as love and joy fulfilled, I rebound them churgishly
From my inner mind back toward the outer limits.
--D'fils, Winter Break, 2013
(…every dimension I could think of is in this poem; we all are so wonderfully made for to joy in everything that comes to us from the universe. Oh, that we would rejoice more around this of-light interfaction. I have been waiting years, ever since I watched my first show of The Outer Limits, to write how much that black and white venue of carouselling spasmagorium has meant to me. Well, here Tis.)