Divinity's Shadow

Slings and arrows of outrageous
fortune shot from the bow of the

last Beat Angel on high from exile
somewhere east of Eden as the gull

flies side by side with the crow over
gravity’s rainbow leaving only the

faithful masses gathered on the mount
with little chills and fevers of pleasure

that ripple deep in the blood the marrow
down the backbone then shot from firey

fingers, firey toes as if over taken by the
holy ghost in some Baptist trance in the

once sleepy south or merely inspired by
words beats and rhymes of a humbled

scribe as the bells of freedom chime in
towers of eternal time to blow all minds

like Big Bang particles from the Genesis
of the universe left like clues by The Old

One in Einstein’s Dreams however many
eons ago so let not your hearts be troubled

over trials by fire of the day for they are
only reminders to give thanks and praises

for the truth is that heaven is in your mind
see, see the light in the shadow of the divine