Hole

A 2020 poem - based on a poetic prompt "what shape is the sky?"

Kiss my infinity

Preserve my virginity

Streaks of light pollution rising

Tearing holes the eye cannot see or imagine

Broken hymen of creation

Tears of a clown

A shapeless ever shaping void

Undeniable, there is more to me

The heavens, the highest heavens

What can I contain?

Is there is a God-shaped galaxy awaiting?

They looked and saw wonders

Hold me in your hands

I hold you in my mind

Ever changing while never changing

Illusions descend on us

I will not always be here
I may well outlive you

Image by Peter H from Pixabay

https://pixabay.com/photos/sky-clouds-rays-sun-hope-sunbeam-1107952/