During composing (Rather a de-composing) Unerring soundtrack To a sequence of nightmares Acid etched stark bas-reliefs, She drains a tincture Of condensed lysergic tears From a heart-shaped vial Gaining a foretaste & half- Measure of oblivion: Fortified - faces Zone of brutalist ruins Blanketed by ash That deadens distant echoes; The sound of glass shattering.
Not only the clouds
But the flesh, walls lack substance,
A mere play of light
Shadowy after-image
Of a dream, within a void.
The stars above, the void below only inclines
So tell me what is the force that compels
Enduring love, boundless desire, the dream sublime
Of the unmoving still point, bisected lines
The circumference of a circle that swells
To the stars above, the void below that inclines
Our too human nature toward the divine
Seeking with the uncertain aid of garbled spells
Enduring love, boundless desire, the dream sublime
Rendering us breathless, tongue tied and supine
In the velvet gloved darkness of fur lined cells
Looking at the stars above, the void below that inclines
Towards the solution of this difficult equation, a cosine
That in the timelessness of the One we will dwell
In enduring love, boundless desire, the dream sublime
That now then and what is to come is yours and mine
Nothing in nature or the world can quell
The stars above, the void below that inclines
Toward enduring love, boundless desire, the dream sublime.
For a few seconds a stray sunbeam
Makes visible the dance of dust motes
Swaying, trembling, swooning then falling
I have been granted a glimpse
Of harmony in the floating world
For the moment I am deeply content
Eyelids heavy, chin dropping towards chest
I dream of angels in a distant Heaven
Languidly embracing in the shallows
Of a limpidly becalmed pool.
I dreamt that I was a butterfly
Reality is always retreating
Bidding adieu in the mirror
Who dreams that she was a man
An eternal regress,
Recess set within infinite recesses
From long ago and very far away
A vanishing point
Seemingly out of reach
Whose own dream poised a question
Maybe the way is to walk,
Fly in the wrong direction.
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