Numinescence

There is no word Numinescence starts do do it As the tip of your tongue Rides the flowing wind Drawing your lips together For the ever-present OM To snap open as your tongue again Connects to your palate roof The wind whistles And back again To a final whistle Numinescence It has a nice flow to it Cosmic is so limiting Soul and Spirit are so limiting Encompassing cosmic consciousness Is oxymoronic As thoughts flow to a gin and tonic Lighten up for fucks sake Is this a funeral or wake? Or requiem for a dying world Or a spark that lights the hopeful future ? One of the two