When Truth and I behold each other,
my heart pulsates to the tempo of the soft-
spoken mist of rain that tiptoes
after the last bellow of the drunken
thunder has been silenced —
I forget this leavened flesh,
I am no longer

a tree walking
in my tannin espadrilles,
the alabaster egrets carry
my gesturing branches
across the turquoise oceans —
I am left with my eyes

sown in the meadow of the galaxies,
primordial  light-years turn  transparent
corneal sheaths
into the sun’s corona —

the brilliance is beyond diamonds.

by D. G. Vachal © 2013

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