Visions

Eyes closed I see shapeless shadows moving hurrying at times but lazy A fire burning at a front acid burning in a crooked line changing something, refining A steady wing blowing from NE a man with his head on fire wind carrying the fire to burn dead wood hear music soaring beyond and above melody and harmony not from a known genre or instrument known to man The torso of a woman in fetal position no arm nor legs, but smiling long dark hair moving in a breeze becoming a river of angels moving through stormy clouds Eyes open I see shapeless shadows moving about hurrying at times but lazy Get a hunch of dark times coming of earthquakes and firestorms and of an abundance of goodness to come.