I came upon a lake so still
that when I looked down I looked up.
The stars were lapping at my feet
And fish wove through the galaxies.
Blake's ghost traversed the grainy shore;
Palms cupped to drink of eternity.
I broke the mirror face of it
with stone thrown into the dark--
Waves spread out, I fled from their curves;
I could not stand the distorted photon screams,
Those silent lights in empty infinite
The burning ice, falling in night.
A parkinglot half a mile away;
I pondered what I saw, what I did:
I pushed back streetlights with my hands
Daring to stop, to look up,
Arching back-- balanced and turning;
I did not see the face of God.
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