Everything is  conscious
and a moment lasts forever .
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The sky is painted on
cardboard ,
stretched out by the hand
of God ,
while sawdust covered ground
moves on wheels to the Mouth of Infinity .
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I can't remember my lines ,
but speak them anyway ,
A manuscript that has written itself .
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Love , loneliness , ambition , pain ,
an **** of fireworks
on a dreamer's dark night .
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While overhead , machinery
of the celestial stage begins
to shift .

In that golden hour
when memories fall
like photographs from
some upturned valise ,
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Covered in esoteric symbols
like the record of some
bizarre travelogue through
magic , time and space .
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Faces shimmer in the
cool night air .
Those ghostly lanterns
then disappear in a
mist ,
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While forty-two saints read their lives .
The Knave , a Sleeping Princess
and the King of Hearts ,
all gone now and
dust stops their mouths .
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But in another century
blazing with the fire of
a thousand suns ,
then giants walked the earth
and made all time their own .
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Though now , as I sit here
in this solitary room
marked by time's passage
and the romance of decay ,
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They seem to live still ,
more vibrant and bejewelled
than the phantoms of daylight
and their prisons of the mind .
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In dreams they speak to me
in foreign tongues
and in curious manner , like angels
they confound my understanding .
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In daytime they leave messages
and strange symbols ,
in numbers and
words that are not there .
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The Moon is shining bright .
Their voices sing in the wind .
Everything is just a story
and all of it is real .

The Moon hung low in the sky
like the tarnished reflection
of my soul on that night .
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A night spent rambling
down lonely streets of
derelict dream houses ,
with forbidding peaked
rooves ,
stretching high into the
gloomy dark like knives .
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Now and then ,
a sound made by something unknown ,
would drift on the dank air
or round some
threatening corner .
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Was there faint stirring
of grey curtain in a window ,
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A muffled cry behind
peeling paint of bolted door ,
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A soft voice sighing ,
straining against the wind to be heard ,
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But then , no-one was there .

Eternity shivered ,
trembling at heaven's
radiant golden portal .
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Countless crystalline
moments of time
dance , vibrate ecstatic .
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Physical objects ,
now less distinct ,
fade to grey simulation .
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Gloriously only a
shining path remains ,
Surrender, Devotion and
Pneuma .

Soft cool sensual shadows
play over the almost
silent stream ,
as languidly it ripples
over pebbles and mossy rock .
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Now and then , moonlight
catching little diamonds
of shimmering light
danced in our lover's eyes .
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The stately willow tree was
a cathedral of luscious green vine ,
swaying gently and communing
with the flying things of the night .
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On the bank near that whispering tree ,
we kneel together, not touching
both gazing into the
cool clear mirror of the
stream .
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Then , at once , we are on
an old wooden bridge .
Vast plains of vibrant sound
stretch beyond imagination
to Infinity .
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A gentle breeze moves brightly
coloured flags
over far off golden pavilions .
There is sunshine ,
but it is cool and sweet .
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You smile
as we float above the bridge ,
drifting in the magic scented
air .

On a sacred mount of olives
where they mirror each their hearts ,
In a meadow of wild flowers
where their love can never
part .
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The dreaming of the Logos
and spirits secure their way ,
While strange and mythic creatures
will frighten fear away .
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In pure light forever
their souls are intertwined ,
Magician and Priestess ,
there was no-one of their kind .

Sartori-Falcon and Hathor
eternally dreaming
in clear mountain air ,
employ Lotus Flower
and Key of Life
in service of the Pneuma .
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KA.       BA.       AKH.       RA.
All lives , translucent
films in space .
Like a waterfall
of magical numbers
and codes of the ancients .
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Then , initiation to the
realm of the senses ,
through a rich fabric
of symbols , sound and light .
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While souls of the
bright star children
cross the galaxies
to their new green home .
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Blending their true selves
with the energy of animal spirits ,
they dance cosmic
telluric currents and solar winds .