The night and day fusion create new colors.
A jumble of rays and lights never seen before.
This interlace of cosmic reverie delight.
Was the color of my thoughts...

I am a dual state particle wave
waiting to collapse my function

I am a high frequency gamma ray,
decayed nucleus penetrates all direction

I am a forlorn quasar
swallowing matter to create worlds

Once you begin to see me,
reality unfurls.

Patron of all my Saints,
Cosīn to my sīn,
Right angled with angels.
St. Michael--tell me where to go.
I love you like Songs of Song---
Felt all of your love play with the entropy of existence---
Entangled---
Ecclesiastic: turn, turn, turn.
Time—entropied away.

Goodbye to the lights.  
The sky lights.
False suns and moons.
False stars and light blooms.

Different versions of the truth.
And even more distorted untruths.
Clocks with numbers that don't make sense.
Surrounded by walls of forest too vast and dense.

Goodbye to the sky.
The broken cracked sky.
False blues and blacks.
From open eyelids seeing through the cracks.

The morning has arrived.
Awaken and alive.
We were just part of the dead dreams.
Our universe was just scrambled thoughts and themes.

In this twilight.
Darkest below.
I take in the light.
Farthest below.

The dust in the air.
Ashes in your hair.
Last beginning of a night.
With no morning in sight.

The path of shadows.
Toward the afterglows.
Take my hand.
To this new eternal land.

The psithurism of the forest sang a song to a memory that did not belong to me.

It lit up a part of my mind and created a sort of nostalgia for a time I never knew.

Sciamachy took place after the remembrance of something I did not remember.

The brontide of an oncoming storm added the bass in thunder to the song of the forest.

These memories not my own were ineffable beyond meaning.

I wonder if these memories were once mine from another time.

The structures in the clouds.
Sky castles of tomorrow.
Kingdoms of the sky.  
Above world.

I walk the trails of Below world.
With serenity above.
The view of views.
Vaults of heavens and Cities of Arcadia.

I fish the ponds and brooks.
For a late dinner with her.
The evening skies bring the lights.
Hevenly lanterns of Above world.

We dine under the Sky Kingdoms.
As the evening gives way to the night.
The moons ride high.
One crescent and half full.

All is beautiful.