Where in Heaven would thunder be? - planets
for ears? Which way would rain fall if not through
the Earthbound gaze of God? Where the wind thrust
if not front on our faces, unless to
thrust the raptors against heaven? Only
if we are there can God's fanatic acts
split the lightning path to perception and
scatter destiny like tongues of fire. God's
strikes are swimming and flying, the action
of hearts branded alight with desire. So
eager the clear sky at our demands to
see and imagine it thrusts the moon still
blue and unformed high up above the gulf:
a crisis in perfection, like heart's love.