Walking through silence;
Through unlit halls of learning and illusion.
Dark clouds cross the visions.
A wake of crows drive sparrow over the tree canopy;
and the quiet moon descends.
Dancing round in coals,
a flush of steam rises to the surface.
Words upon words.
In separate domains the cascading individuality wrenched from the cage of denial.
At the breath of truth our gazing glances overlook tomorrow.
Masks of life mirror back our reasoned path.
- At this point -
– and here -
– this area at the edge -
this particular aspect -
We had our philosophies caught in our throats?
As the specks enlarge,
can we reason?
I can pay.
A cage? Ok a cage. So I’m in this cage and…
Our reason transcends reality.
Our quiet walks in magical woods create false prophets.
The battle is for chaos.
Spirit is irrelevant.
I’m standing here at the brink and this is all your giving me?
reason and the understanding that no one will ever know what I did.
Who I am.
A spiraling void.
Of letters, numbers, binary code.
Coming up from the depths of decadent chocolate swirls of dragonfly blood.
One million sacrificed to feed a parasite.
but in the tiny insignificant moments my spirit sings to my soul.
The echoes drift through the air,
into the breath of others.
From uncertainty, the layers unfold as a fan.
This upon that.
Sinking up on concerto’s heard from wooden porches.
Listening for dreams on the circuits.
A cacophonic deluge of diatribic litter.
But it soothes.
Some things are so simple in their complexity.