A sun with rainbow rays
Gives birth to a star.
It multiplies in a mist
Where the moon melts into a milky melange.
Meteors fall to the earth below,
Giving birth to embryos of erotica.
God's presence is apparent.
As the winds converge into a colorful cyclone
A roller coaster of rain drizzles down declining planes.
The grass mates with the fauna,
Weaving webs of white and green.
Square screens of intergalactic dust appear to cloud vision
But dilate with little effort.
The water flows as polliwogs shimmy until daybreak.
Mauve mountains are moved with love.
Grapevines stretch to the cosmos.
Orbs of olives are born from a chromatic colossus.
Pyramids plummet into a black hole,
Yet the chalky remains ascend to the heavens.
Love utilizes its third eye
To witness further structures dissolve.
Psychedelic pixels chase each other
As they form a ring
Creating a portal,
A vortex taking us further into space.
Leaves fall to the water
As emeralds and sapphires twinkle in the sky
Encrusting lunar bodies
That hide in the fog
As new celestial stellar objects are born from
The kaleidoscopic solar matriarch
Engulfed within the ivy
Irises dilate
After several hours
Of scanning a pocket-size copy
Of a book of mysticism,
I become the lost language.
I am the tongue of mother Universe
Lingually brandishing
Beasts and birds and bugs
Celebrating the harmony
Of the light
And the universe it illuminates.
Quacking quickly inquires
The beauty within mesospheric melodies.
Once again the scriptures are scanned.
The luminous spirit
Presents itself cranially
Soon sacred symbols
Selectively splay,
Sequestering solar synergy
Between me and my aura.
I envision bridges
Between the australis and borealis.
Aurora,
Do not dismantle the poles.
Unite them
The way ions are bonded,
With electric currents
Jiving between them.
Hues hover
Honing heavens.
Sober is my soul
Yet I am inebriated from these images.
Return to me.
Let these letters,
These twenty-two paths
Provide pathos to me.
As I sit under this tree,
I sit like a lotus
Connected to the bark,
Streaming conscious
In living color
Upon an empty sea
Embracing this tranquility
Until I am finally on my feet,
and begin my trek back to Everything..
Gives birth to a star.
It multiplies in a mist
Where the moon melts into a milky melange.
Meteors fall to the earth below,
Giving birth to embryos of erotica.
God's presence is apparent.
As the winds converge into a colorful cyclone
A roller coaster of rain drizzles down declining planes.
The grass mates with the fauna,
Weaving webs of white and green.
Square screens of intergalactic dust appear to cloud vision
But dilate with little effort.
The water flows as polliwogs shimmy until daybreak.
Mauve mountains are moved with love.
Grapevines stretch to the cosmos.
Orbs of olives are born from a chromatic colossus.
Pyramids plummet into a black hole,
Yet the chalky remains ascend to the heavens.
Love utilizes its third eye
To witness further structures dissolve.
Psychedelic pixels chase each other
As they form a ring
Creating a portal,
A vortex taking us further into space.
Leaves fall to the water
As emeralds and sapphires twinkle in the sky
Encrusting lunar bodies
That hide in the fog
As new celestial stellar objects are born from
The kaleidoscopic solar matriarch
Engulfed within the ivy
Irises dilate
After several hours
Of scanning a pocket-size copy
Of a book of mysticism,
I become the lost language.
I am the tongue of mother Universe
Lingually brandishing
Beasts and birds and bugs
Celebrating the harmony
Of the light
And the universe it illuminates.
Quacking quickly inquires
The beauty within mesospheric melodies.
Once again the scriptures are scanned.
The luminous spirit
Presents itself cranially
Soon sacred symbols
Selectively splay,
Sequestering solar synergy
Between me and my aura.
I envision bridges
Between the australis and borealis.
Aurora,
Do not dismantle the poles.
Unite them
The way ions are bonded,
With electric currents
Jiving between them.
Hues hover
Honing heavens.
Sober is my soul
Yet I am inebriated from these images.
Return to me.
Let these letters,
These twenty-two paths
Provide pathos to me.
As I sit under this tree,
I sit like a lotus
Connected to the bark,
Streaming conscious
In living color
Upon an empty sea
Embracing this tranquility
Until I am finally on my feet,
and begin my trek back to Everything..
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