China God

*****Erectus, from the moment that he looked into the dome above and knew he could not stand to be alone, raised up "El" in his own image, let him step between our weakness and our fears, then prostrate, groped in vain to reach a new reality that seeks escape as its device that glories in the niceties of elegance, of twists and swirls, baroque enhancing of an argument now creased with time. And vanity it is, all second sight, all flowers in the night that we had breathed before and loved, and fell upon with tears. It is these pinpoint moments flashing at us, that contain a universe, a glory to sustain a life, an era made of breath, a now that may not fade away. The hunger does it...the holy lust that drives us to ascension in the mist of morning, some kind of rapture we were called to, back within the cave. ~