wondrous beloved

by Donald Kuspit

you've risen again,
                           the last mirage of meaning,
the evening star
                        and the morning star
in one bright star
                          of feeling,
the sky again hinting
                             of gods,
the clouds once again
aliveness in the boundless,
                                       long fallow
with futility.
                  let us ride the waves
of wonder,
              the sea of the senses
                 by the tides of thought,
touch and taste,
                        whisper and scent,
liberating the body
                           from its boundaries.