Angel Of Carbon

Beyond contours of 'first-glance' familiarity,
Lies the bolder blue-veined seeds of rarity;
The permanent cascading of a fiercer light,
Of the soul's forced-entry on atom's might.

In a 'Taurean' storm descending I've come,
Hammered on anvils of iron my potent clay;
Heated to froth, frozen stones under a sun,
Animated many forms in never-ending way.

Severed in end the ample 'shells' I've cast,
Discarded them all, ghostly husk n' corpse;
Favored long on river of 'chloro-green' sap,
Bleeding roots into Gaia's web of ley-cross.

Shared patient fate of all things fixed or not,
Partial I've become to a wild animate world;
Then ensconced a pillar of light in body-rot,
With tooth n' nail felt an ape's grip uncurled.

But alighted in latter days upon my human,
Caught repeat on cycling carousel of glow;
In a paradigm of finer-fit, found my acumen,
How long my sojourn-mystery I do not know.

TBollinger