O Angelic Sun wrought flowers-ageless and Heavenly white/O new daydream hours and unspeakable joy again…how you speak to me[ against a clockwork of piecemeal inspiration/against separation of the latter day dead and into no nocturne remission] Inside the uneven lines of death frought questions/this gleam of calming life contains your second coming. Heaven as your instant transposed, becoming eternity again. And let that Love be more real now-As Christ gives us everything again~ Drawn into the Heart that we may do Love’s bidding/ as real restoration of our Humanity/As Love of all being, in One truth-your miracled tenderness. 5/23-6/2 2000 Photo of Poem w/digital effect 2009