through the lens darkly piercing the vail starkly
past the thin veneer of the world into the next, past
the bones of this incarnation and gravitations greed
through the lens of the past, reflexing into the future
of a world never known or understood, a thin film on paper
the chemistry of magic steals the essence of life
the taker of souls, the reaper of the unknown
that dwells in this little black box
divided nine by nine inches in wind-carved stone, nails did shone
all distilled to a flat land of infinite horizons in black and white
a realm reflected of our own, a dimension of light and no sound
forever frozen in the images of an imagination transfixed by the wrath
of shadow and the burning divinity of light in camera obscura
the details of god and creation, n legions of neither realms
forever emblazoned upon is an object of de art
packed away in this little black box
I want to leave this place
this place of plague dream nights
wrapped in barbed wire
of vacant faces and hot stares
hell white corrupted desires
all lost on a pebble adrift at sea
a fragment of river
a race from gravitations greed
so too is this place
of lost visions and deprecate
pleas nights of false passion
and fevers gilded in iron barbed wire
I want to leave this place
of broken dreams empty heads hot facades
and cold innuendos
hell white in corrupted desires
all adrift in a sea of tyranny.
Time marks everything
No matter how brightly it is that
We dream ~
Swept away amid its hands
Crystal glass in crystal sands...
Gravitations ferris wheel, turning
As seconds of moments smile their last
And no one knows but whom can know
Like rain that gently washes all away
Leaning towards the skies which gaze
To breathe this light in that which fades...
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...“Evermore” *
Always holding fast loves muse; never distant from this seemingly
Knights-errant spirit; symmetrical mirrors reflecting such hues amid these
Revolving spectrums crossed....
Afore a galaxy of stars both near and afar ~
Scarlets vivid oarnge heart immersed in the pools of febrils
Passion soaked gravitations thus red; filling these eyes and burning inside
This Souls breezeway between the here and agains, taverned flames
Intangibles, searching nomad nights....
Transmogrifies columns forever shifting within the celestial skies
Although always returning unto these physio-monastic planes
Grasping tightly still this loves muse ~
Far beyond the illusions of but, a knights-errant spirit; such
Fervant gravitations towards scarlets vivid oarnge pools in, red....
Passion soaked truths burning so very deeply inside
Transitories breezeway between the here and agains, transmogrified Souls columns
Revolving spectrums crossing; this nomads searching tavernous night
Afore a galaxy of stars both near and afar, aneath, these tangible perceptions....
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...."Augustine Galileo's Heart" *