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VERSE XIV

in the vast visions immactulate spell a word for bliss like hell pleasure pleasantries peasants


the soul borne tree spouts through solid ground in the cave of theives from crystallized drop


let me speak let me breathe one breath infinite entanglement eternity in alignments shake


and leaves falling in the forest like rain slow it down then cant be found when soul caught


for eyes inside the mind bleed rivers of reattaining actuality within reality reality without time


for space like sap held between the fingertips taps the cane and we're off again looking for


gnomes to leprechaun lookin for elves to nod off tip of the hat top of the morning smashed


the glass across the waiters face seated outside i swear that french place is on St. Mark's or


so i thought before spinning Saturn's Cube with Jupiter and i swear the world ain't never


stopped like it did before and when the first hand met the second glance the shadow said


wherefore art thou unto me things passing like visions hardly recognized and barely seized


the mind for eyes dripping paradisial belief that spreads like disease taking over artificial


englightenment like florescents of the flowers bloom smells like a hippie dies stench like


juice apple pressed tripple stacked acid will take you out of the rounds like spinnin chamber


for clowns barely words speakable drop from the tongue barely eyes can see light from one


and moves made a thousand legs creeping crawling things that hideous you've got to see it


to believe you've got to break through the heavenly surface of the face in the mirror shining


opalessence darkness is right there right round the cornere when the mind breaks for spines


like snakes coil one click faces turn heads before bodies in silent devotion mind themselves


how did I get here they ask themselves enter nought head to the floor speaking syllables in


languages unforgettable in burning lettre written golden while crying blood from the heart


beheld in the hands from heaven in the clouds spiritually sound and soul awakened dances


go round about the barrel barely filled to the spout it just tastes better when the barrels past


was alchemical (exploded) the past erased like act three walking the mountain of knowledge


exists nought within the desert of sin throwing coloured sand in the aires for eyes caught still


staring at the reflection before the ligments torn from the bones still questioning the white


mask in the frame of the portrait hanging from the branch before the ribbon of age worn


time gave in and the face fell from the soul still woody in the forest of burning hands and


feet for a parade of lost limbs and falling leaves like thoughts go downstream walking with


me the spirit and I the soul no that's not right left the body somewhere dying beneath a tree


still barely the pencil writes on the incensed sheet still carving a swastika in the belt the


leather strap slaps the back felt proud to have it on my hip felt more proud to sit with men


whom knowest and without words barely understood stand and salute thank God for truth


what more canst thou be all you can eat it's a goddamn feast for forever for The Devil's end


devouring spirits whom thinkest and in thinking speak too freely and in being too free think


then thoughts no better man no better thinkest thy nought for thyself's better weather rain


rain go away it is raining like it did back then today only in the mind for dropping things like


sand grains fall through the hourglass spinning diamond on the table lifting the candle to


shine light into it yet somehow the flame does not shine like sun beams hit to explode with


force with captivating inquiry like somehow light from different sources bleed from throats


cut dilligently like i ate the entire deer the night before cooked up on the stove top of the


wood burning stove and devoured from the pan given from the hand of the Father himself


and I could see him in my mind the morning when ice became realities dream of things lost


to history things too sacred for the reading public too vast for the mind to behold and far


more great than the last testament, it happened like this, first the arrival of the prince of


darkness hooded cloaked standing inches off the ground towering above the clown spread


out across the couch watching the spiritual forces of evil manifest themselves taking his spot


in the west of the room now sitting straight for the legs of things crawling for shadow play


more solid than smoke She arrives dragged in by the three headed beast whom smashing


the mirror the reflection breaks like the rear view mirror of the luxury like my ex girlfriend


she picks up the broken pieces on the ground and standing over the sink starts cutting and


she was proper and prim pushed to the edge of sanity for a missed kiss like another one


stabbing the carpet with a knife for being pissed like missed connections cut wires trip out


goes conciousness and replace intellegence with understanding knowledge is wisdom when


applied by scientifically proven spiritual never more of an issue with the melodic flute never


more of a written musical singing songs to a roof for the sun is shining somewhere for the


sky is blue and the grass is always greener when the light from the sun is shining true blue


the mechanism in the compass stops the movement of the show all whirling motion in the


hourglass becoming deserts lifted sand in the hand like diamonds shining like rain falling


like petals drift from the flowers torn from the garden each colour seperates each seperated


colour mixing with aethyrs floating pointelism infinitally caught by the sunlights spectral fire


illuminated within all ensared in the capsule of the diamond spinning on the table in circles


round and round the mask in leaves buried deeper in the ground for theives searching for


the cave of the child king sent by the gypsy prince himself for what they know nought and


for whom they do not care at the centre of the cave the grail of the master levitates and in


the grail the glass eye spinning reflecting light beams like fractals enveloping all within sees


all without question engulfing all with black fire for trees hanging from tinsel string like skulls


wrought for spider's homes in the web of the Queen Bee like water droplets caught by grass


in the morning dew colliding sparks shouting into the abyss hit and explode for colour when


all was grey scaled gold weighed against a feather for eggshells broken virginity for the eyes


weeping sand thrown barely moving lifting from the hand of the begger cross legged in the


middle of the desert empty of all beings at the vast expanse of nothingness for wind when


closing your eyes is just opening them again somewhere on the other side of sleep what is a


dream what is poetry what is speaking when languages from tongues tied tight like a neck


snapping two nails in the wrists for psalms 13 one nail through and through the split soul


walking with himself through the temple to find the mirror fixed finding again the white


mask enthused to find thyself no more then and no better time now to start the tune

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