Blossom
I rise out of
this perpetual
secrete
dream season-
gifted with
quixotic acumen
osirus like
effortlessly ascending
thru
barren eternal
death smoke....
on raw,
porcelain smoothe
night winds
with
the illusionary motionless
ness of
huming bird wings
dancing
naked and wild
beneath reasons
brilliant lunacy
to the
shadow magic song
of
universal infinity
translucent star beams
replace
skin and bones
restrictions-
now free of fear and
dogmatic convictions-
one with worm echo,
demons and witches-
life is a precious thing-
be careful how you
live it-
c m brady june 2007
Copyright © Christopher Brady | Year Posted 2007
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