mirrors and rabbits and holes oh my…
years ago it was a dragon in the sky…
still waiting that flaming angel's fall…
undeniable event bringing awarenes to all…
at once poignant, sharp to bitter sweet…
that rock
that wormwood
''that dragon as fleet'…'
as sun at the rise,
as moon's clouds egress,
as lightning's reprise,
of sad quanta excised
from the Great Opus Die
of all that is, was or may yet be
humans ~~forget~~…
there is only He.