At the Beyond

It is here at the point where no life exists

where shadows lurk and life is made

while Creation does nothing but watch itself

in a hole that never ends

Ether dances and joke at beginnings of dust

as we bring to life that which longs to smell

misty dew, try luck and fate on stages of illusion

Here we eat pomegranates in custard

apple skin, breathing in salty spice from

pink peas in tunnels of horns

here throats are channels of finality

columns of joy in hope

Here silence is the loveliest sound

sights contest to bloom on trees of golden chandeliers and flimsy nightgowns after

dinner mints

At this point of open fluid blueness

sightless serpents mingle with lights down

their spines

bracken love is made then broken like

crockery on a shelf overburdened with fear

At the beyond orange magic exists in

hair without roots, round and round

in bones without marrow, mouth to tail

as God puts together noses and arses

makes granite curves with candy floss fingers

Here man is woman, woman man

goddesses in curls and red sequined

slippers witness Tarzan at work eating

pineapple with prickles, tongue to tongue

Here a point becomes the only space

space falls into time, time into circles

numbers into letters, letters into nothingness

while black Persian cats cavort on blankets

of faith

At the beyond things jump and don’t move

spring by standing still, guitar notes run

along in blessed focus, locked in flights

of danger

Here you fall and fall, scream a soundless scream ~ blond lashes in a teacup filled

with **** and ***** where a flame is

not a straw to hang on

At the beyond it is so !

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