Faces emerge, my feather father you are there,
rustle up an image in pure air,
our sanctum moment in bottled breath,
a quip in the eye, a flickering stare,
antiquity bequeathed a fabric,
dust away in the flurry, a napkin touched upon smile,
the wood dimples as a wisp of hair curves in transit,
weary now in the dream zone, and paper the scene with your witch hazel lotion.听
We call this energy exchange of dominions, a crying beyond the volcanic voices of this time.听
And this time detained within walls of fleeced material,
within a mind churning in on itself.听
Small comfort, as the second you stole in an abstract sleeping
moment.听
Became hours of something
invented for a casual crossing.
Faces fade into protesting fallacies,
merging in ever spinning continuum,
Kingdoms echo me back, echo me back,
And now awaken.听
Sweet Awakening.听
听
听
