bliss

ecstasy_church

I look above
expansion
luminous growth
of
chorus
the cold blade
of death-like life
intercepts
my vocal sleep
I have
in my lap
an anthem
I am residue
of the cloudless
sky
supplicating
for the organ
of reality
to intravenously
execute me
in the laughter
of purposeless
ecstasy.

 

Modern Poetry

One thought on “bliss

  1. i love these lines: “I am residue of the cloudless sky…” and “in the laughter of purposeless ecstasy”. these are clever words and perfect in an uncompromising description of the moment.

    two thumbs up!

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