by BOB GALLO   Oct 11, 2021

All these roads are the resultants
of the lashings
on the body of omnipresence,
the suffering,
when the time tickled out,
the grid of space
was drawn
in pains,

upon the corporeality of cross,
upon his shoulder,
while drawing space between here and there,
between now and then,

sketching the four-dimensional world
in the mind of Michael Angelo
blueprinting the creation
on the Sistine Chapel ceiling.


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  • 1 month ago

    by Meena Krish

    Interestingly penned! The creation by Michael Angelo is something to be in awe of...nice read!