Mystic Songs

Let the reigns be gentle, this fiery water, those oaken spirits; to verse a villain, as something legendary, to impart it to swans; this driven legacy, those arts of souls, this fortress of mars; to land by chance, embedded in trance, those fleeting seconds: (where earth evaporates; the roses glisten; as mystics take inventory); this strength of souls, departing from chaos—engrossed in chaos; this measure by ranks, this crooked order, as to arrive a cobra: (this innocent stealth; this sneaky charm; as to unlatch characteristics; where melodies are formed in brains): that skeptic magic; that psychic doubt; while convergence alters eternity; to vet a priest, or hassle theologians, or moreover, to seek a nun’s wisdom; that inner museum; that castle of souls; that interior fey; this place we trespass—as pulling knowledge, that heart to heart, as flourished in kingdoms; this passion our woes, as sculpted at skies, this place an inward gallery. I felt a force, this second in voices, to utter the tenor of souls: (that captive part; that ontic filter; our Logos confronting our logic); where something moans, as never enough, pressing privy particles; to ballet words, this flame to wicks, this space in Sienna; where faith is power, those inner shifts, as stationed in ecstasies: (this land of fires; that bolt of thunder; that dream those tentacles); as florid this floret mist, to seize conceptions, while floating as spacecrafts. Its darkness that light, as light that darkness, to ponder of which came first: (that revving soul; those rooted stems; as partial to science: such as sought, that fluid paradox, captured betwixt the lines); as running forever, above our sunshine, peeking at this thing called, Namaste.  I’m prone to hear us, but so aloof, at treasures, this deep resistance: (that intimate battle; those facial memoirs; that gesture that ruined our seconds); as more deliberate, to pull and tug, as to open a soul and jilt it: (that odor of wildness; those glands of sweat; that teenage feeling); as adjusted fully, but lacking fully, as exchanged one for another; this temperate song, sectioned at sanctuaries, as confronted by war. It takes for mercy, or more that guidance, to prepare souls: (that rising cloud; that mental star; those lights embellished by prayer); to seek and sew, or settle at slumber, this sophisticated science: (our dreams as vexed; our visions as forged; where the religious censors contentions). We flit to fly, scudding atmospheres, by nature a group of mystics; to find it in one, as to see it in self, as to do nothing at absorption; or more for everything, as humble as trials, to realize something lives: (this vital force; our glaring mirrors; that person I can’t see).