Splintered Sky

Recalling the moment when blindness stripped us bare,
Like everyone, tears and rage fill the body cavity. To whom
do we turn for instruction? Where’s the path of kindness & insight?

This violent intersection of two Gods, the angels’ hair strangling
entrenched beliefs that brings us to rigorous attention. We’re stained
by dualism’s destructive separation, stirring the omnivorous clouds.

Irony is outraced by the ferocity of animosity, dropped to its
bloodied knees. Indefatigable earth simmering; the devout
urgency of simple expression of the intricate moment.

Meaning discovered between things, not of objects, like the light
shimmering off angled glass, reflecting the melancholic karaoke,
of frenzied voices fighting for the booming microphone.

This unequivocal impact, an illusion stripped bare and appearing again.
This trauma and renewal, our twin towers in this splintered sky.
And above all this tall scenery, silence is so accurate.

DB 2002

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