I could remember the cycle.  
I could remember the movements..
So simple yet so complex.

The series of activation protocols.
And the unknown science the brings life to them..
The Astra auras and the elemental mixtures..

The hike into the light and dark wilderness..
The other side of the other side..
The calling of shadows and reflections..

The tones of outer world..
The songs heard past the stars..
The convolution of me and my memory..

The moment I remember..
What was forgotten..
On how to combine light and darkness..

On how to Weaponize my imagination.....

Sometimes all  it takes is one song
to bring a long forgotten memory to the surface.
Emotions unchanged.



Shell ✨🐚

From deepest
Hibernation
Rise

Phantomic
Images-

A street of
Ceaseless hum

A poesy of
Fallen petals-

This is work
Beyond words

Where silence
Snows

And everlasting
Freedom

Roams,
Bandaged and
Balmed against
The light that
Blisters
And fails.

Even so,
Love seems real

A rose flower on my hand
Every night and morning
And noon and the evening
Waiting for someone like...
Because I am romantic poet
Who is designing art of pure
poetry, in midnight on my
bed close to my wife's lips

the skyline melted
a soft molten candle
spiced tea and honey
steeping in the roof of the earth
the seawater flecked golden
in the mirror glazed shore
undescribed radiance
inside this hallowed cove
muted sea-spray and sunrises