There is a divinity, traveling light

following the dedicated thread
higher and higher

hovering above, the psychoactive scaffolding

parting the clouds like heavy drapes of plaster

suspended in disorientation

witnessing the tedious restoration

re-tiling mosaics of stolen memories

embedded in the ceiling of the soul

All in the matters of the mind

the unfolding of meninges, over time

while colliding,

with a doves wings, pure and precious

asks permission to borrow them

return the props when the
session has ended

recover from a trip
that brought you to your knees

to discover the sacred, healing power of sweet harmin e

~
Lost inside a labyrinth

Tight-lipped tinkerer
open-mouthed cynosure

Pressing matters completing their circuit
all things said, but not spoken

Osculated locution, succinct phrasing
released, but not heard

The human element imparting
seminal spark
—together felt and touched

A tingling syntax
owing to its art
becoming its nucleus
~

Blue,
This word is just like glue,
it locks you up then drags you down.

Where was I then?

Always,
not where I should've been

Maybe entangled in some other project or endeavor?

Not there yet?

No,

still, not there

Regret was always there though. Hiding in the shadows of my genome like a cancer

Flaring up like an infection
reminding me that until
I am, "there"
I am not worthy of  happiness,
"here"