The Beloved is not patient.
  He bombards us with lovers, prophets, babies,

     crawling squirming flapping running swimming things,

      roses and cowpies,

        sunsets and tornadoes and starshine

         weddings and wars, famine and fortune
 

  Each a telegram of infinite, 

    terrible beauty

  The combined effect overwhelming.


  Nadeem finally opened one and now
 
   he's a feverish pyromaniac

      starting holy blazes wherever he can

        and adding to the kaleidescopic cacophony,

          a giver burning to see the Gift opened.

  There's only one message in this madness:

          Love some more, silly!





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written 22Nov2003
(c) 2003 nadeem (at) artisart.org