The Sprigs and Spirit of Sistine -11
When I was a boy
I thought I saw God
with the face of a Pharaoh
riding towards me at midnight
in a golden chariot, pulled by horses of burning gold,
they moved downward out of the deep indigo sky
like a stream of smooth flowing lava,
somehow my soul zoomed up to His zenith
and the city of the Lord
was a circuit of celestial symmetry before my eyes,
and here I am as a restless man
massive in megalithic flesh
with bits of divine scroll on my teeth
seeking to speak the strictures of individual sovereignty...
J.A.B.
Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2017
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