Heaven’s Holy Heights

The speculative eye of a writer's twisted mind
     seeks to simplify complexity by words,
while complicating simplicity
     of knowledge man deems he owns:

                         Facts are facts,
               yet they change and are disproved,
                    but writers bend facts
          and leave you marvel'd by words,
               glistening wakes of ideas
     sprouting from secretive regions:


        I see
             worlds unfurl
                  from closed sheets
                       of astral bedrock,
                            see stars spiraling
                                 cataclysmically close
                                      to the spherical edge
                                 pulsing like heartbeats
                            interweaved with webs,
                       see the universe dancing
                  to chaotic galactic rhythm
             and ornamented twinkling 
        in your eyes.

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       and you may begin
              seeing unexplained
                     sights of infinite wonder
                            so enrapturing to the eyes
                                   that fingers are moved to write
                                          like a heart is moved to action
                                                 when tumultuous waves of joy
                                   inspire sweetness so intoxicating
                                          that fear flees its eternal post
                            and courage finds courage again
                                   by emotional expression
                     of love welling up inside
                            to Heaven's holy heights
              where resides the mind of him
                     whose eyes radiate like stars
       embalmed by burning brilliance
              catastrophic to the feeble ways
of man's imagined wisdom.