At The Portal Poem by Charles Eastland

AT THE PORTAL

The planets and stellar art
dwarfs so the human cells
and mortal minds so craving
eternity

All brilliance is edged in black

Beyond imaginations sight
tangled in algorithm webs
math formulas by the meter
and far-eyed lenses strain

Fuels imagination flares

Then per chance encounter
at the rim of mind's eye
a blink in a tenth sense

What staggers the lit genius
of carbon breathed cells?

In this fleeting human age
we fruit of atoms slide
now swiftly down the arc
of our blink era as life
moves birth to death
to mystery

We are in the phase of rot
dimension xeye is flung
Open

Can this blind mold
we are withstand
what stare lurks
at the portal?

Imperfect being
cannot conceive perfection
from this our history
written in blood
waste and wars

Nor meet God
godless.

Charles Eastland