Lights
shimmer to vibrate souls ever for found but lost to
ponds.
There’s gray where all is clear and rivers drip into
minds
to glisten in casualties. We drift for return as
Baptists
nibbling upon locus. Desert hunger flings a soul
into
Native visions, wherefore, whispers are flung into
utterance.
I chime so coldly as warm as refinement
lurking
within ghosts ever to resurrect. We perish through
life
even through scars ever to chastise rainbows. We
scream
in countenance pleading for tomorrow a wind for
comfort.
If only love a static chain, than more for breath
even
sleepless contemplation; but love shifts where
glory
is horseback a phantom ever to return in segments;
thus
for epiphany a motion sudden in time to reconstruct a
heart-sore.
We grapple with entities to wrestle within
regions
buried in a temple ever to claw through swamps;
for
mind-caves shift through grains ever to intensify; thus
for
flight to flit flaring into nightmares long to live. This
for
war an internal war where we soar to glide ever close to
pits.
It’s mystic in reflection for this is my Body where
this
is my Blood; moreover, the Kingdom is within…I go
there
to prepare a place for you. It’s less for riddle, but
heart
for faith where a lion sits in shadows waiting to
devour
souls. We tip a chalice to wine for gardens plucking
figs.
We partake of grapes to ferment the basin of souls
where
love is a constant free of impurities. Life is contrast
a
purpose designed to distinguish human vs. divine. It’s
certain
for both founded in praxis where one streams the
invisible with want
to return ever for more.
