Yes It's Hot Here. Agony?: Perspective

crucified 

from mountains

came calamity: 

rock, snow, trees - 

into valley lives, 

out of rivers deep 

          we sleep sleep

          and sleep. 

from myriad dreams

of creation's lust 

worlds spawn, 

          turn, 

          and thrust 

as dusky fragrance 

of heaven's pace 

torments visions 

          of black black 

          space. 

this is our being, 

our minds, our 

          souls; 

a precipice of death 

and life 

never told. 

belief is cultured 

for hatreds and loss, 

for never seen 

dreams upon 

no man's 

cross. 

Photo:  Fernando Henrique

Poem ©2011 R. Burnett Baker