Cracking open

Slip of sheer white, soundless–

a design of strength

cracking open sky,

an open space for wind

visible on fog,

roiling in the sails. 

 

I take up the cross and follow

the sound of whales–a league of seasons–

dry my shells on the sand.

 

There is this cataclysm of universe

on universe, this crater in the known,

this blitzkrieg of earth, wind, fire,

all turned retrograde in the fourth,

the dogma, the credo, the alpha and omega–

this coming from that,

the egg that planted the lightning

that planted the seed of me

from the corpulence of soul

embodied. 

 

Lightning struck

the same man twice,

once to make him blind,

twice to make him see.

~~~~
Trouble is just another pathway in.

© Andrea Mathews, 2014

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