Once,
I spoke to myself in crowds;
a unibody with heavenly mouths,
clouds lost in air that carried serpent tongues.
I dreamt we had a child
and named her Many Moons;
she grew to be the slayer
of conquerers and the
thief to tyrants.
And in between
her coiled arms
she bore poisonous fruit.
A ***** blossoming
infernal scents of dews...
She looked like you
when you were a young illusion;
an astral image projected
by a silent conversation.
I sat to myself and pondered
the freedom of thought
with limited mental capacity;
I sat by myself
and tried lonesome on for size;
and I saw that I lost you
in all the useless things I find;
a fragmented concept
produced by a whole mind.
I dreamt we made love
while others spoke of
it's practical uses;
I dreamt you were inside me
while you surrounded me;
And then I saw the eclipse
eat itself alive.