Naked Shingles of the World

We flow as herds upon the ocean floor.
And on a tidal wave of upward motion,
A drift along the sea of Rocky core,
Like a breeze across the southern ocean.

Until another early morning rain,
Sounds of thunder piles and engines roar,
We need an island on a higher plane,
Away across the Alluvial shore.

The human planet mother earth unholy,
An orange coffee pillow bed depressed,
A painting sweet romantic poetry,
Computer eyes and color me caressed.

Descending from the realm of resurrection,
A holy beauty where an angel's whine
Embraced the most magnificent obsession,
Crushed beneath the wings of love divine.

Eternal life without retaliation?
Remains of human organs smashed and battered,
Suffered through a world of devastation,
Surrounded by the shattered corpses scattered.

Another moment suddenly arrives,
A new creation begun with embracing,
Just a night and then radiance dives,
Surrounded by the sound of great Replacing.