Reality

"What is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal."

-2 Corinthians 4:18

Sleepless evenings rip open my pores to soak

in the terrifying deeps of eternal mystery

and the beating, beat, beating, beat

deep primeval djembe

Throbs my soul

Memory and future

Stretch the present

Slip through the crust of daily, yearly, lifely

Into a cathedral scarred by

Imagination

My hand scratches tears into

stained-glass prisms

Thick truth wafts

Leaves of golden ecstasy

We waltz to the even pulse

Of God’s gut

Steel doors clamp my eyes open

Reality sears lies through my

Conscious

When will I wake?