On The Twelfth-Hour Poem by Jose' Antonio Orellana Artolozaga

On the twelfth-hour—
I slept stripped of
All presumptions, devoid
Of all that was me
And there in my thousandth
Dreaming I found you
Streaming through
The sea of my night
Down the brook of my
Wishing stars cascading
Down the sparkling of my
Loving you so and I
Ignited into the sun’s
Undulating tongues lashing
The sky with my passion
Stabbing savagely the
Tremors of me and on the
Pages of the universe
Splayed for all to see
I lay bare the bits of me
And in that instant,
Chiseled through infinity
The treacherous me
Morphed sublime in your arms
©2011 j.a.o.a.