by shaun lawton
As the tides from space ineluctably draw in and out of our atmosphere.
We are licked and caressed by languorous exhumations from the void.
If we could tune in on that distillation of disconsolate wavelengths.
Ushered into the breathtaking inhalation of the yawning gulfs.
Our focus would sharpen into a lucid high contrast revelation.
As the pores of our skin opened and shut in eyeless observation.
Sensing the crack and tolling of thunder in a woeful intimate proximity.
Realizing the sudden lightning flash equated to the bright days of our life.
Not seeing the fulmination for the electromagnetic spectrum.
In blind recognition of the moment being the body of the beast.
Its tensed musculature comprised of the neural pathways in our brains.
Ready to pounce in an instant on the cusp of the riptides of eternity.
Each sip of our morning coffee a conflagration of silent turbulence.
To mirror and be echoed by the tempest from our coronal solar wind.
For a few short moments with eyes lowered shut in ecstatic concession.
We breathe in the turmoil captured inside the center of the eye of peace.
