We humus-honed
flesh-toned
matte-finished mortals
dwell on the dome
of a miracle:
a sparkling and spherical
primeval cathedral
composed of crystalline iridescence
kaleidoscopic opalescence
magmatic brilliance
adamantine luster
and dirt.


From The Sky Laughs at Borders, (Piquant Press, 2020). Posted by kind permission of the poet.