A sudden moment

of pure identity

two unique universes

blossom

in primigenial unity ~

in protean spaces of wonder

I perceive a perfect gait

in rhythmic grace

wicked cunning revealed

as sweet innocence ~

solemn heavens and lyric hells

bloom thunder dreams

tender logical stupidities

sheer fire-wrath of love

pure pastel infinities ~

eternity stills all into

cadent silences ~

feelings are memories

forbidden

to caressing words

and fluid metaphors ~

the First Perfect Fall is

the Last Miracle Grace ~