RESURRECTION        (3-27-14, 1:51 a.m.; Palm Springs, California)

   

  so lucid
in each moment    
  so lucid in
the deep
  so lucid in
the subtleties
  of everything
you sense
  and see
such exquisite
  ecstasies
in every
  little fleeting
evanescent thing
  so wondrous
are the facets
  cut  in every
jewel like
  line you write
worded  languaged
  so unique
more wondrous
  yet  the play
of light
  reflected from
the tales
  they speak
so raw and
  rare  so pure
and honest
  so bold and
unafraid
  to bleed
or free
  through what
ascension
  of perception
has such a
  consistent
gift of write
  come to be
in thee
  i am baffled
and bedazzled
  by nearly every
line i read
  of pieces many
such as this
  which cuts
from me this
  free release
of jewel like
  ecstasies heard
in every
  scalpel cut
letter sliced
  impressionistic
word
  until the whole
of it is
  done
from whence
  the thrilling
clever bliss
  of only sweet
mystery flows
  forthright from
the silent page
  into something
so eagle eyed
  crisp and lush
so strangely
  beautiful
intriguingly
  deep
that it pulls
  through the eyes
and senses
  into the nerves
and brain
  left defenseless
till it begs
  from the heart
and gut
  for its lushness
to be read
  and heard
and felt
  more slowly
more deeply
  each time
around
  again
and again
  until its
ripe essence
  is fully
absorbed
  and my need
to understand
  absolved