like x-rays
the substance
of nature
roiling beneath
the forms
we see
as if condensation
coated damply
some invisible thing
we see
the outlines in the swirls
we breath
and beneath it
the powerful elements
that give it its matter
its essence as same
the being of creation
as the contours and the stuff
the proportions that sustain
the manifested thought
we see...
Content (c) 2008-2010 Philip Milito.
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