Glass blue birds stitch themselves across my mouth

Catching, capturing, carrying by breath

They cause a tangled nature in my words

Attack the paper forming an anarchy of sentences

Apotheosizing my breath into iambic speech

Of dreams invaded by frantically malign illusions

Chanting, chanting, chanting, chanting, chanting

A form of salacious incantation

That fills me with a need a need

Like a rats craving for poison

Compulsive, irrational and destructive

And here I sit in the complicitious confines of my bedroom

While a cold wind frisks the streets

I saw the colors of dreams. They are green and violet like the sky, I’ve walked in the purple valley of a glass colored day felt the warm ashes of molten snow in a flash of time. Eaten the Rubaiyat in a Princes place among the black trees and witnessed the death of a thousand twins. I realise now the generous light emitted by letters and words, have tasted inspired delirium. Scanned the immobility of time and place, contemplated the harmony of the disunity of inner vision, and questioned the effects of a false reality.  Seen male and female linked in a new symbiosis, which has given birth to a new species, which has given birth to us, we who are the beginning the end and the continuum; those without limitation, without dimension. We, who are the rainbow sons of Lilith…………