Icarus moonbound, the human mind
flayed in the watery filaments
of the firmament

God-scorched, flames curl in the mirage of
neurotic moths like thoughts flocking
to a corpse

and just when you think you hear silence
A TREE
LIGHTS

Illuminations appear as sad creatures
to the unexpecting, blue branches
dance down from above
green pikes lick the sky
ghostly deformities made whole
by our empathic awe

our hearts click to the flash-whip intact
in many pieces waiting in wonder
for the way, the Word
to reveal yet again the Sacred Mind inhuman
infused in every spark

can you fly too close
to what you cannot see?