March 9, 2011

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  Dawn - Cathedral Wood

   

   

  What

  Are the hand-made ecclesias

  Next to cathedral of the pine

   

  This

  A deep forest worship-place

  Where bright klieg-shafts of sun

  Splashing the woodland through with technicolored lens

  Hunt

  Woodpeckers rattling in the dawn

   

  Hear musical crow-choirs summoning creatures to matins

  As the naos

  Soaking with salted dews of sea

  Sparkles in the florescent haze

   

  And weeds and growths are moisture-bent

   

  And broken-brittled trees weave among narrowing pines

  Arrowing to sky

   

  Opal rock-mosses glow

   

  A million-colored candle flicks

  In this translucent-splendored

  Stain-glass

  Dawn

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

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