Love is a dust (5)

Electric dust sparks up through the cracks

Breathing oxygen in lungful gasps

Star-ships sleeping in psychic streams

Spacious efforts and cosmic dreams

 

Built of diamonds with ice and fire

Cracked stones of onion tip weathered minds

At the centre of the planet’s central port

When the ghosts of precious time resort

 

Tearing Earth to buckle lightening

Imagine life in nitrogenic whitening

Comet shades of purple gold

To plant our trees in magic rows

 

Animate from sight to a daemon sound

The fish swim deep and underground

To speak of worlds and marry rhyme

Spatter globules and drip blood sublime

 

 

© Sean P. Ransom  27/3/2020