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A Paradigm of Holy Orders

Michael Levy

Ceaseless movement in time and space,
bouncing out of the infinite,
limitless streams, shooting through
incessant parcels of time,
scope ’n range, absent of limitations,
multiple dimensions expand
within the principals of nature,
vanishing from sight one moment,
stimulating, the presence of the next,
infinite orchestrations enchanting mortality,
acts of unsurpassable ambrosial intelligence,
performing transcendent energies,
myriad of elegant transformations,
metamorphic exotic impacts,
conducing a medley of graceful maneuvers,
partnerships in humanities abundance network,
transmitted from a paradigm of holy orders


Gyrations of the Universal Wheel

Michael Levy

Mammoth supernovas spew storms of heavenly fire,
Celestial music simmers in a vacuum of mystical melodies,
Stratospheric fountains flare galactic gasses,
Mountains of nothingness erupt from voids of abundance.

Unfamiliar planets snowball from exotic dust,
Orbiting eccentric suns, appearing as monumental gods,
Pulsating forces dance to the gravitational beat of celestial violins,
Each note forms figments of heroic luminescent chaos.

Light spectrums expel voluminous electromagnetic wave bands,
Marching parades of exquisite grace, costumes of ultra-violet radiance,
Casts of a billion stars join the gyrations of the universal wheel,
Reeling in deep space, until the moment life is discovered.

An encore is requested by the standing ovulation of vibrating gravity,
A Sun is born awaiting children of earth to evolve,
Fed by a milky way, ascending from of a black hole,
A race of cosmic particles will develop as earthlings,
Viewed through time/space lens of astronomical candidates.


modern bog people

Michael Estabrook


I was surprised to hear,

although I don’t know why,

that there are at least four

human bodies trapped

(like ants in ancient amber)

in the unforgiving concrete

of Hoover Dam, fell in

there by accident while working

or perhaps were thrown in

like prehistoric man would throw

a few hapless souls into

the unrelenting sphagnum bogs

of Northern Europe

to help the crops grow better

or to appease an angry god.


 
 
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