Awakening she tosses her head
Sprays forth freshsprung nebulae
Flares her noviciate novae nostrils
Sweeps her imperial gaze: aghast
As if not yet aghast; as if galaxies
Her heart an ever opening book
The ever primal word … Selah


cf. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Selah

cf. http://hitchhikers.wikia.com/wiki/Great_Green_Arkleseizure*

* WordPress hasn’t built in an automatic link for this I’m afraid so it’s a case of cut’n’paste.


About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on October 15, 2018, in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

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