I've seen you in my dreams again
It starts off all the same
I glide through the crowd and latch
On to the sphere of your being

Like children meeting
We laugh and it feels like spring
This is how it's supposed to be
And my longing is no more

I hold fragments of our time
And watch them dissolve
Repeating the scenes
So the essence can remain

Yet there is no forever
For it's lost in the brain
My terminal shatters
But amends when we sleep

He wrote sigils of the world with air.

Pursued upon every street and grove,
attempts to writhe free are unwarranted;
Though in what way could escape mean separation?

Cast over rifts like a falling mist,
paradigms lay sedimentary
mediating sight as a membranous
pseudo preface to the essential.

This alluvium breathes, drawing inward
consecrating the dreaming idol;

We had found a stitch in space
where mortals wield no bodies.
Now subtle coagula are vessels enough
So temporal wills decay.

Join the aether;
Through the high cascade
some remember first knowing Self
akin to parting breaths in absentia.

This is our amniotic solvent;

The cycle stops repeating;  
A ceaseless inception
compressed upon Eternity.  

Our beginning remembers the end.

The primitive revision,
A sign eastward glistened
Glyphs beyond the walls we
rose in solstice greetings. Listen,
hear the swelling rhythm -
Peregrine crests are where the
seal is written. Our serpent's guile
had the children smitten, and lost in
the cave they're baited and bitten.

Static enough to wane,
my iotas oscillate out
as the last
eye
shuts to dusk.

Dew through a pellucid mind
collected in what was my body's basin;
This whispering pool
contriving my new face.

Where countenance radiates concentrically
Up, up into the Ibis'  spacial noise
coalescing Tefnut's will and mine
to ecstasy
as rain.

{ Full to brimming madness
A shaded blot of tin
Flumes for eyes
And the fire to fertilize
Croaked behind the wind. }
 
( Patched of a day's quilt
The moths of aperture
Spirited away the dusk
To the vestal mouse
Whose heart doth thrum sure. )
 
[ Of extolled breath
Chambered nubility 
Did shy to the hand
In which 'twas held:
Invariably. ]
 
/ In all paintings hung
Bereft of blemishes to sting,
Fibrin inks touching canvas
Evoke the rumbling stream;
The renascence of Spring. \

A gliding entity between ecstasy, my eyes grew from seeds
to inversely unbounded trees, oxidizing, breathing into the collective
a collection eclectic; the ripening ages convene the gods' pallette
so mortal and clean.  From the vantage of mauve mountains,
beholders pressed through the ravine.  "The bewildered be wild"
She crooned on to me.  


Deepening the night, scintillant ancestors dug
with Light, unearthing cherished retinal prints.
The vulpine maw imposed no sin, indigo glow
and a patina sheen, feral bliss had greased
the chain.  Lineages span millennia as scions cast
the sacred Heron, spear of the World beyond
the eros plane.

So She crooned on to me
Her sybilline Dream.

Strike a mark on a sun kissed shrine
Cheek bones, dance within the sand's light -
Lambent spore sprig -Rot - beneath the mine
Lay the tourniquet fused, marble eyes.

Center stark stork - wracked to atomic bliss
Forked tongue minotaur, auric troubadour -
Machinations of bellowed amethyst,
Composed the flowered Aum, raising thy *******.

Arachnid's webbing - strung of turquoise beads -
By what are the viscid lines severed clean
That they convolute binaural progeny,
And lure the soul to breathe?