Collab Convos Jt

Jazz man of the mill suffering atomic verse Born of the waves, air-raids of sound Moons to profile the edge of weather And sun to light the way Inside the cliffs and black holes beyond Above the clouds and into the grey, above the darkening that schemes the rain Existential thoughts float through and around This soundless web of universal cradle Spiralling like a cloud-like paradise bird Parting starlight to make a whir Then sending great voiced energies free to cause change Through spine of sea to waiting green And once on land seen but not Till moonlight afforded its care to sleeping windows Seen but unseen the entwining senses unite Above the thatching groove of roof Underfoot is under the hoof Hoof gone heavy sunk in rust Thick with despair and lack of trust Husked and strewn along the ridge a bridge undone To traverse is to teach and to teach is to instruct How to balance it all on the head of a pin The head of a pin is larger than the ideology of a needle hole And the beginning terminology of a black hole Ever decreasing yet increasing in momentum Threading itself through the mirror of the eye Passing through ledges of core controls Inside the cliffs of inner was To release a tide of change Under an evermore rainbow spinning well To dwell in such light is to bathe in radiant auric chambers In symphonic wave of where Locations linked in time and space Registered timeless as the face of cloud Meeting in eras time and time again In skies worn along the edge of what? Like the rim of skirts placed around a ceaseless twirl Akin to a hem on a mountainside Of whirling rains that skirt the towns Enveloping all in mists of green hue To touch and re touch the blandest frames To ignite a system under the flames Where shifts toggle ramps to turn To elevate the human mind around and through stubborn matrix bubble Exploding fires of truth to burst into sudden unseen forseen Prophetical mystical journies colliding Snow holes of cellophane home and search lit garden In which great powers can be found in the eyes of buds A plan so nodular to rig a such of beaming Streaming thoughts collide and told again to hold as a riddance By candle and flame and combustible chain pulled tantamount to needling poles Onwards, upwards and over the ridge pronged in foot falls of wherefore and why A journey of dust over the sky comes about nothing and ends on the rib caged fender of man But nothing is a vortex and vortexes shift only through till and its drifting Ending and beginning in endless drifts Like tidal-waves of invisible snow that sifts to bent knee of shoe where everything comes to nothing