Sitting in my Yurt:
A trophy room
Warming myself by
A violet flame
Tom Waits streaming, essentially screaming
'All Stripped Down'
6 dwarves on the wall ~ my masks:
Base, sacral, solar plexus, heart, third eye
One place left
It feels right
Inevitably coming off
My crown, no longer masking
Free flowing energies
Tantric, not romantic
In search of the Moon
Octavio whispers about the Sun
Removing the 7th dwarf
Reveals a giant
It's Snow White and it's
Ivory & Obsidian
1 blink yes
2 blinks no
Rebuilding psyche
On a binary platform
Climbing over the rainbow
You change all the lead sleeping in my head to gold
Through a black and white prism
Entrained within the prison
A white horse
Resounding out of the North
Through an impossible nightmare
Built on kamikaze dreams
Boundaries dissolve into a never ending
Never beginning: yin yang
Another yellow brick in
The wall
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 7:07 PM UTC
Sitting in my Yurt:
A trophy room
Warming myself by
A violet flame
Tom Waits streaming, essentially screaming
'All Stripped Down'
6 dwarves on the wall ~ my masks:
Base, sacral, solar plexus, heart, third eye
One place left
It feels right
Inevitably coming off
My crown, no longer masking
Free flowing energies
Tantric, not romantic
In search of the Moon
Octavio whispers about the Sun
Removing the 7th dwarf
Reveals a giant
It's Snow White and it's
Ivory & Obsidian
1 blink yes
2 blinks no
Rebuilding psyche
On a binary platform
Climbing over the rainbow
You change all the lead sleeping in my head to gold
Through a black and white prism
Entrained within the prison
A white horse
Resounding out of the North
Through an impossible nightmare
Built on kamikaze dreams
Boundaries dissolve into a never ending
Never beginning: yin yang
Another yellow brick in
The wall
Borrowed some lyrics from Arcade Fire ~ Neighbourhood #1 (Tunnels)
Written in San Diego outside the Cave of Wonders
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