On A Love Supreme
What else could bridge the gap it spanned --
eternity, that left unplanned,
would wait for epic random chance
that into darkness light would dance
where gases happened to combust
congealing and dispersing dust
becoming countless solar helms
with gravities compelling realms
of spinning orbs in circling flights
with moons illuminating nights
for faces turned away from sun
until again they've fully spun...
...what else could such a power be
but Love Supreme for all to see
as consciousness and conscience made
to be its likeness well portrayed?
Portly Bard: Old man. Ekphrastic fan.
Prefers to craft with sole intent
of verse becoming complement...
...and by such homage being lent...
ideally also compliment.
The Ekphrastic Review
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