The Dawn

The Sun rises... I know the supposed science of light, bips and wavy lines of pulsed propagation like a heart like emotions~ how human feelings start and stop, the forward/backward of time -- the morning news our repeated proclamations stagnation and regressive signatures, announced and printed shouted over electronic airways man’s modern-day gazettes dawn’s transparent lush on my face, I admire and study – the brushwork of gleams~ patterns of my traveled summits and depressions indented zebra primrose blossoming, in short what love created such marvelous striations? Say ye a God~ surely even the moron in glaring absence of other proof would not guess less? Him/Her? Our Blessed Hermaphrodite of sentient-being creating, of morphing-realms unending evolving salacious advances of life mating, entangling, imparting fond mysteries -- lips of roses unfurling, curling, inviting nearer breaths for uninhibited exploration – such exposure awakens and sleeps yet we sense beyond-maturity delve the wizard behind the curtain all us Dorothys trying to find a true way home imaginable, at least a steady firmament though we slip precipitously – My thought, to dust, clean and change the sheets, as a new warmth attempts to re-freshen recover nature’s veiled cycles our nightly often deeply staining retreats