I’m the captured poet of dream
a Ferris wheel author of
haunted Sioux transcendence-miracles
an alchemist of language
maybe the last poet of epiphanies
that dance like a silent water-tanka
the fire-rain-truth shouts inside of me
like a poet that navigates the overmind
a benevolent alien collective-mind
an indecipherable dialogue of
darling insomnia divinity and
fantasy-starved and sun-quilted
ambrosia, my lungs filled
with the promise of the cosmos
come to life in majestic verse
behind blindfolds of invisible offerings
resigned to the hypothetical
responsibility of mediumship.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 2:50 PM UTC
I’m the captured poet of dream
a Ferris wheel author of
haunted Sioux transcendence-miracles
an alchemist of language
maybe the last poet of epiphanies
that dance like a silent water-tanka
the fire-rain-truth shouts inside of me
like a poet that navigates the overmind
a benevolent alien collective-mind
an indecipherable dialogue of
darling insomnia divinity and
fantasy-starved and sun-quilted
ambrosia, my lungs filled
with the promise of the cosmos
come to life in majestic verse
behind blindfolds of invisible offerings
resigned to the hypothetical
responsibility of mediumship.
