Are One

The disappearance of dull divine countenance
On this bright side of the moon
And its replacement by a host of brilliant things
This profusion of metallic radiance
And the natural vanishing of the lusterless
Are one.

The disappearance of mat divine countenance
On this glossy side of the moon
And the transformation of its final devotees
Unsurprisingly resisting on the light-averted part
Into flagrant creators of flamboyantly colored events
Bombing in order to hasten the return of the lusterless
Are one.

For as we all know, the godhead
Its reflecting telescopes
––All sorts of them––
And even this orb
Are but one.
Amen.

December 24, 2007