my thoughts walk around in alterity.
at times i am breathing this world,
at others, my view is skewed by
walking willow trees,
and my senses fill
with the ripe sweetness
of the lilies of the valley.
i cannot see past
the prismatic rainbow sky.

and when the Earth in all her recent cruelties
shows me her face again,
i am sorrowful for what went away
with the sleeping dreams of the moon.

a constant flux
in
out
back again.
and the moments are few and far between
when i am nestled safe and sated.

ophidian rivers,
running like melted hematite,
create spirals in my memories
until all is molten afterglow.

nomadic dreams
seem like Trickster screenplays.
brazen aftershocks of waking,
leave me shaking
and sweating
and wanton of...unattainable gardens.

i am an ethereal soul.
i feel featherlight and blown away.

muted while echoing in
undiscovered caves.

forgetful, our solid illusions are.
noone seems to remember
it's not the path that leads you,
but the Song you hum along the way...


*cadence is coming...*

07/21/2003

Posted on 07/21/2003
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