Hulking battleships glide across the stary night sky
scanning, searching – grid by grid the planets arrayed in their paths …
Heros in trouble explode through steaming, rusting hulks
– into chasms that reflect saber slash and phaser blast –
we are in a dark room with dust swirling in cinematic lighting, exploring the depths of your mind..
Waters deliciously cool cross-section buffets and slaps,
legs anchored softly in sandbank.
The same sweet silver stream bubbles around sore ankles
– rocky mountain brook.
Excited yelps echoe and cut through the thick fuzzy barked tree trunks
– shadowing exultant green, straining translucent shoots!
We are now out, free in the breeze, toes dabbling in your minds cooler currents …
Everyone who does evil hates the light, and will not come into the light for fear that their deeds will be exposed. But whoever lives by the truth comes into the light, so that it may be seen plainly that what they have done has been done in the sight of God.