Tuesday, November 11, 2014

"Not one word."

"clouds very high look
not one word helped them get up there”
― Ikkyu, Crow with No Mouth

REAL  by Lisa More

Each minute cell holds cosmic soul

Our fragile frame of fragmented stars

explodes on dusty brain, DNA debris

a blueprint of the universe

buried deep in the nucleus of being

We carouse distant galaxies

revolve about illusion sun.

Illumined sparks as comets

glaze midnight skies.

Asleep, we are space travelers

with passports to the moon

dreaming reality.