Creation II

we are figures upon the earth
bulging in the pockets of gods

tasting the snow flakes of dust
and embracing a filtered sun

we are carried on to reign in our filth

but somewhere on the inside
cornered in the crevices

paintings are extracted
music streams from consciousness

and in this little world
bulging in the pockets of gods

the kingdoms of our emotions
glow in a golden hue
upon the galleries of our existence

Evolution of a Poem

when life formed

and ringlets fell forward

the tingling of existence

found voices

sputtering words

and choking upon vowels