Sexton Poetry 03 -07

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UNCREATED


It’s the way quantum events are
sliced by the light that
makes all the difference.
Same burning embers by the billions
that create an individual sure,
But in one reflection exists one thing
another in another.
Sometimes when one has been
around enough, suffered enough
the ability to perceive multi-level
is sort of a side effect.
Like shooting a laser beam
through diamond refracting in all
directions, man.
At this point the lips are moving
and words are tossed about
but that’s not all that’s happening.
There’s a whole other set
of things going on.
Comets tales.
Seahorses giving birth.
Rivers of lava.
Chinese acrobats.
Christmas on Venus
Copulating night crawlers.
The Abominable Snowman
All of it, and
pretty women who shine
like a Deva’s teardrops,
speaking in voices that only
the uncreated can hear..