J.H.Byron-Nuel

God’s Abstract

  Silent glowing circle of night resolves to day; violet morn skies.  
  Electric soul organ harmonizing with the screaming winds, gentle breezes and the sounds of morning rousing the keepers of solitude.
  I see reflections of myself in pools of dirty water.  How could it be that I remain after a night that took me so far from here?  
  Spoken words echoing through hazy confusion.  
  I amazed remain silent watching illusions vanish then reappearing smearing God’s Abstract.   
  The representations of the One Whole.