Spectrum

The sky has fallen, Lord; and a crystal dangles midair; and
Near the millpond—a phantom: a vajra woman; and thus,
A thunderbolt. I’m so unborn; and so undone; and such a
Life could never be; and thus, the flight; and thus the flit;

And pearls and gems and diamond tints. Infuse the soul, a
Trestle tear; and yogin love, a reappear; and mantra art, a
Vibrant sea: a stippled dream: my love and me; and tavern
Zeal, a bodhi charm: to sit and gaze—a phantom’s arm;

And such is love, a shimmer soft: the fields of hurt: the eyes
Of gloss. Our voyage keen, a pier of pain: to utter life: a
Sophic name; and drift the yacht, afloat the storm; and
Fathom fate: the gates of form; and soar the signs, the sun of
Flight: a novel seal: a cryptic sight; and feel the soul, a
Daily thump: the loss of sight: a nightly flump.