Paradise Recalculated

Paradise Recalculated

I

In Caravaggio’s light, humble Saint Paul

Exits stage right, his cloak the velvet curtain.

I see my faith in shades of red,

In dreamlike thoughts that fill my mind,

On canvasses that still my passing hours,

And still my heart; my disobedience.

II

Address the mass, my Lord, of endless sites; I’ll pray

For those who witness demons through their screens.

Before they lose sight of the dancing leaves;

The passing hours; the moonlit flowers; sunrise.

Before blue-light replaces golden rays,

My Lord, please save the scrollers from themselves.