He found the Yde Girl
As they dug her up
Up from the Iron Age bog
Or even before then
He found her and saw
That she should live
And should have lived
Back then and when
And yes she does
How he loved the leathery bog
Trodding its sphagnum mosses
And its ruminant gourd-like
Goddesses that he caressed
With gentle necrophilia
As I plant by program
My words on the internet
Poems as lost as un-named
Suns in the universe
Like Emily Dickinson
Sewing her words
In the silk sacks of
Her butterfly cocoon
I think of heaven
As being found
By some-one-thing
So far from now
I almost float with delight
Yet trapped in the
Unbearable Lightness of Being* *(Existential novel by Milan Kundera)
Vibrations shimmering out of sight
Till one day lifted
By my balloon of oblivion.