You come before me With the veils Of your trance The wooshing And whirling
She implied; An imply little lie A Treacherous Treason Of body And mind
Her lashes linger Softly as they bat, Like ripples on the Surface of my memory O, how she
Contradictions brood Like vipers in my mind, Waiting restlessly For their food I feed them
The Sun Is the center of consciousness In our solar system Within it
Aching, No object, Aching, No cause, Just aching,
Every point of View, is Incredibly limited It is only One of infinite,
As I rise From the depth of dream, A pair of eyes Meet mine Instantly
Lost, in the Tangle of Eternity’s Hair, I, the blind child Of Night, Inherit a dying world
The hunch Is back Now quick, Attack! Straighten
A true rebel Does not take The opposing course Of action He questions the
Greatness appears in a Hushed intimation, But swiftly again it departs Great devastation frustrates My elation, and drops me
There shall be no owning of human… No webs to ensnare, bind, or enmes… The noble spirit in penetrant flig… Of Liberty, Love, and Limitless… But what of sweet AMA, in sorrow…
To say there is no God Has just as little meaning As to say there is one Crest to crest Is all hot air
To merge with nothing, I... ...Then when I return I’m refreshed