Into The Splitting Open (From, Poems Of Papa Due) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Into the splitting open,
All the light goes;
Clouds of dust and space,
From the inside grows.
Quicksilver lizards walking,
In epiphanies of wind;
Reflecting what is void,
In the earth's chagrined.

Into the days ahead,
Inventions of the old;
On the planes dances,
Nothing can it hold.
Ruins of restless song,
Through the pines and walls;
Fiery rites in the light,
On open routes and halls.

Constructions are restless,
Closing hand and jewels;
Sky is pink and reddish,
Blue in the azure fuels.
Twittering of green games,
Garden of strange reverence;
All is but in a moment,
Into each given chance.