A Beacon Poem by James McLain

Eternity, has waited, patiently listens re verbs, thump.

Blind, without form, coalescing, a vibration becomes out.
Trillions, of invisable notes line every bar, I emerge into.
I cross the cleft, planets shimmer, closer to obelisk.I swell.
Murky, steam warm moist, I feel with my tongue, armless
still just this form, it circles, around pink button reaching.
My skull is rocked, shaken this flesh alive throbbing, on, off,
singularly firm is planted, back to front, skyward.
Three simultaneous eruptions, Blanche the sky, thick with pink.
Comets whip it to thin, far flung, ripples, the void is once again born.