Ripped
crumpled sheet of paper tossed to the floor
remnants of writing...
yet to be completed

clues
everywhere...

lipstick smudges halfway up the page
a Kiss Given
for the Hot footprint of Life.
This ones for Desire.

Rage.... Red and Heavenly
like the eggs of an unborn salmon,
Translucent  Illumination
ready to be swaddled in  its own afterbirth,

No rocks in site to hide them under.
Heavy in their fullness

Drama of life and death.

Wisdoms Great Suffering knowledge
It will all come to an end
and mean nothing anyway

Such is the husbandry  of the Stars.

and yet they remain Lovely...
Twinkling Visions of God-ness.
Wonder Crystallized.
Life Immortal.

And So It Is