Stalactites of Consciousness

dripping tap, tap, tapping onto the floor of my cavern creating the supernova blasting expression and light silent but omniscient reaching its fingers to fill in all the cracks gasping we all come in to this world feeling the pulsing energy of the ethereal birthed through that holy volva I learned that lesson from the Aging Tree roots wrapped around my skull enmeshing me to the ever present ebb and flow working its way to my finger tips where they dance across tarnished steel strings of my traveling guitar to create... stalactites of consciousness tap, tap, tapping onto the floor of your cavern creating the supernova