imaginal light

When imaginal light FLOODS the mind receptive,

 

becomes a Bosporus deep enough
for several floating creatures: a tiny wooden
rowboat tattered, a freighter huge slowly steaming 
eastwards, industriously as an insomniac’s tortured

 

night and a robust swimmer blue-skinned pounding
her warrior’s arms ACHING CURVING through
cold clear waters AND, and only

 

AND, when the humble breathing body staggers
sprints with its myriad moles, fatigue, scars and scabs, rippled
muscles, and its sex                 MARRIES
this light’s MIRACULOUS infusion what occurs

 
will more than take our babbled breath away, more than titilate or tickle----

 

can EARTHQUAKE us to another kind of earth
perhaps 3,000 feet beneath this mundane ground,
or straddle us like a lightning bolt from a horny lover

 

ELECTRIFIED  BOISTEROUS

 
all the way from Europe’s insane wars to
Asia’s perfumed slavery days, from
the cloistered monks of Benedict to

 

the masters of the GOLDEN WAY and far,
so far, beyond. 

 

ahh, when imaginal light FLOODS
the mind receptive