All my days are night
And then my sleeping hours
Start a riot under my lashes
And I see the sameness of it all.
The limpid, nameless master of the world
Reigns all small things
While we are busy reducing God
To a mighty atom on a wire.
And as I walk the sleep into becoming,
I wrap myself into the wake
Of a strange body
That lives, split in half, across one ocean.
Exquisite.
Beautiful poetry this… full of metaphorical nuances.
Loved the metaphors of God, night, sleep and the body….all of them intertwined into a magical tapestry of words that enlighten, illuminate!