Smaze Aflame

We stumble through smaze and grope rising walls. I

stand spellbound, diving inwardly. It’s the deepest mystery;

and we filter wraiths. There’s a labyrinth, a maze within

a maze; and altered undulation is warfare. Someone spoke

of dreams and wildcats, and owls chanted up miracles.

Such presence; and such Kingdom calligraphy; and we

wrestled with silence. A world floats and dungeons speak.

I watch an unspoken, and muse an unseen; and heaven

whispers; and hell trespasses. The halls melt and feature

violence; and often the peace; and often an impasse. So

many chameleons; and such presence; and we must awake.

Something is crystallizing; and something is shedding. We

must ponder the texture, and learn the pith, else a maze, a

spinning wind; and else a maze, a silent den.