Love Songs With No Endings

The young rain-dog spins-the axis of the Earth-his primitive howl is a native plea. A dance to beckon the rain. The dog lunges, the dust swirls, yet the morn' sky remains a hot blue glass; it's chips scorch their light red skin. The dog makes captive of those who taught him the calling..they drum their worship of the Creator, Its gods.The God threads a tapestry of a split photon's light, perhaps; It paints the petals, brushstrokes the sun- light; refracts a hard Artic isolation into the glitter of...Stars. And carves the pure ice to flood a new Earth. The movement of the continents, might become "super" continents, their lands un- trodden by the bi-ped shapes who will be tossed, spat out of evolution. To drown. In the swells that rise, crest in cloud-burst colors. But the young rain-dog"s coat is metallic; a new strength, created by the stripping of Ligands, to force the nanoparticles, in room-temp, to be released; to be compacted into a hardness greater than cut diamonds...the rain-dog's coat has onyx hues, a coal-mine's glitter. He leaps: wedding - white wings lift. *** An old Irish Band, in a Hollywood Movie, tap their booted feet to a one stroke strum. A viewer thought, "Ohh, MAN, I could do that". And she did: she strummed her guitar to a love song. She beat the heart's rhythm to fly.