flashing lights illuminated the darkness of my eyes
showing me the ends of their lies.
on and off like a light switch
a piece of dry wood crackling in the-fire pit
so my mind ignites to this fragile falling apart.
We are in a hive rising up in an amber march of life and death
quicker than the speed of light
millennia cramped in a suffocating second
all the time in the universe
living and dying
bone dust and pink matter
fertile hummus for the hive;
what we've always known
falling back into place
Our diluted eyes stretch across dimensions
rolling to the back of our heads,
atavism? To realize the truth of the ancient scribe
confused in his quick translation:
The obelisk, pharaohs, sons of man, the liquor of red sacrifice
baptizers, virgins, embryos.polygphys, non people with green skins; all of it.
God's dream within a dream
a vast mind picture
the almighty sleep
not yet created but inception
feeding the imagination.
YOU ARE READING
IN HEAVEN - everything is fine
PoetryPoems from yesterday. Written from when the house is asleep and my mind is at rest. Poems about what I'm feeling some are good. I'll try to do more and consistent even if not many people read them.
