There will come
a moment when,
That which has
always read between
the lines...
will recite them
back fully...
them meaning Us
waiting on lines,
infinite...till we
mean That.

~The mindless premiere

of a

tropic-colored

inwardness,

reaching...

a handful may

transfigure

a crowd of atoms...

with the

dear life of it All~

A sunny blue sky
strong enough to speak
about being that clear...
all these buds feel as
if they're embodying
tenderness...more
and more.

~Inside...
chirping Light outside--
strung shapes that flower...
round the neck
of the guru:
...Now~

A most liturgical darkness pains the spidery
veil of prey and prayed upon star.
Hardwon quietude differentiates obsolete
centers to contrive an offing.
Timeless hands go up in deflection, as to
abort the scene whose spelling could not
boast a mouth synchronous with them.
The growth spurt of insult to injury
topples the bucket of well water down the
throat.
Alas, at morning...alert me to my stable,
that I may act in accordance.

The fog shall not lift...sapphire, ruby,
emerald studded chimeras roam the
primordial soup.
The hysterical triad of a bleating goat,
lion's roar, dragon's inflamed screech.
The implacable lot of sublime vision...
reels the shadow of a halo.
The shadow of what's opaque...an
ominous drumbeat of the collective
unconscious.
Pagan hybrid...chimera--sulphurous
manacle of delirium, pomp and glory
of madness.
Releasing opiates within the plush
chambers of your Gaian skull.
Lunar stone's throw to quashing tides...
bone-fetching chimeras 'neath their
moonlit charge at flesh.
Chimeras, no mere inhabitants of an
exotic petting zoo...pattering the early
puddles which became The Face of the
Deep.

As the walls wear gold,
where they wore black--
as the waking that's awoken...
as the sleeping that's slept...
the thoroughness of it all
lives us to surrender.