Alpha/Omega

Manic, red and hot, struck like 

the Iron of God Scribe No moment

that cannot be a flood of pages

Not perfunctory, for that is Blasphemy 

You gather verse from the Thunder

crackling through the spasming flesh

of space Drunk on stars and all they

mean 

Euphoric butterflies flutter in the 

forever of the words amassed 

with the sanctity of snowflakes 

Ice and heat and love and death

A perfect unity that you pump

with a newly Christened heart 

The immense columns kissed

with golden promise erected

by immortal engineers ardently

striving to climb into the very

vault of Heaven

Whimper and whisper defeat 

at the spectacle of your stacked

works which triumph like

an Umbilical cord connected to the very Alpha

Omega