That which inheres is in here in this sphere
I am a parent to the inherent
Apparently as it inheres in me
A parent and also a child of this
Quintessential essence of my being
And when I feel this it feels like a kiss
A bringing to being of the freeing
Which is what inheres and what is in here
And this is the freedom of unity
That which inheres is in here in this sphere
I gather myself as a sphere of light
Formed of the photons and photographs of
Before and behind what was lived for love
Particulars and particles of right
Rhymed into reason inherent in here
That which inheres is in here in this sphere
Which is what inheres and what is in here
Is to give birth to my parents and me
As well as my children apparently
Gathering myself tonight as birthright
Though to be born is a sentence of death
Not to be born is to never exist
Only those born unto heartbeat and breath Are ever alive who do not resist
This questioned life and its answered insight
The surprising lightning silently comes
But thunder is coming: coming with drums
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
God bless,
Lew