On A Raindrop

  Upon my window pane

a raindrop - splash - did fall

and with what speed it did run

through grassy-grime and scum.

  And lo!  At length its fast course slowed

as through the mire it ran

but not a rest-stop did it take

but slowly made advance.

 Slowly  flowing 'till at last

its destiny it did reach

rolling-motion, snail-pace coasting

it slid into the Abyss.

Michael/Me

Swimming in a sea of hist'ry quite eerie
the waves form. twinning, at the sound of thunder
fear shuddering the waters as the light'ning strikes.

The sea is mirror to egos split by years
reflections in youth of the older neptune god.
Amoebas are zeroes in the similarities
when he and I sieve the oceans of age.

A hermaphroditic union of the common kind
of mothers fathering brothers when dad's are dead at sea:
tis the nucleic band binding us in the egg.

Xerox was born in sands of the ocean floor
copying driftwood-pairings from some branching tree.
Life's a weird parent in the Land of God
producing identities that parents can't even dream.
Michael/Me seems such a creature from the sea
and I gasp for air drowning in our similarity.

Yet, separate souls are we
no cloned personalities.



*Silence is God's first language.
-John of the Cross