Sunsplattered

Sunsplattered, “another day closer to death (Pink Floyd).”

Not the rare but the common I seek.

And what is common?

Is the sun common?

Oh your brief days against the sun’s towering day!

From solar infancy until celestial extinction.

What darkness can exhaust its glorious day?

Or of the younger moon, what of its hide and seek day?

What? You call this exquisite and rare---

but I say, No, this is my very common day, my universal day.

Visible and invisible days

Nestled in pillowcushioned harmonies,

my soul is enlarged with your music---

towering illumined lightfields

dense, angelic fabric

woven into the abyss like Indra’s net.

Of this singular day I sing!

gazillions of time as if time were a speckled

surf retreating beach.

The glory of this day shames the mortals bent by gravity, economic debt and daily drudge.

Out of this house all you who are not born!!

So far beyond as to return within, no time outstrips me.

All of Satan’s brood gather ‘round to shoot me down

for the nth time today.

The game wearies me, flesh aching from this torment of truth and the deafening cry of reason.

Eternally waking  into this day,

its cerulean dipped clouds cannot contain me!

4-17-14