The lightning flash, and then again
Talking, to itself…
yet I hear no thunder
I slip, and slipping wonder
sinking, far
deep, drowning in the shallows of light
under, asunder the…
madness, man of ever assembling
plunder, a thumb of speaking tongues cast a net of spidery cover
ask the clouds who float high drifting wide
does the sun burn
slow, the moon turn
they say nothing
yet see everything
Is come
the dome is silent, inside
opening holes, a tunnel
ohh… no wonder
I — sit, feeling

Published by Tom Lopes