Infuse
this dream this total bewilderment silent and thunderstruck; infuse this fane
the brokenness of this life the belt of this human condition; in-flight the
highs the lows to come—fragmented with chi and chills and chaos. I wander the
cages this edge of tensions to leap this mountain from wedge to wedge and
fevered the hedge of invisible realities. [I drift!] It’s the oath of eyes the
oak of vows that cloaked heartbeat to weep the numbness of nonchalance. I heard
her the cries of the grackle peering into a soul the compass of our furnace. We’re
unbound the flow of tendencies that closer for such evidence and a stranger to
such beauty. Its fair the Earth Wind
& Fire, to grow through dragons the night to call towards the mercies;
where to feature this run—our days a façade of reality, to enter the realm of
this seaquake; and die this art the woes of love and valued to see her skating
upon waves. [I drift!] Is it blaspheme to speak this pain stranded in the
twilight—the folklore of realities? Is it her name to vibrate and cloud-born to
swoon the heights of discernment that hour of gravid bliss? It comes as both,
as hectic as the challenge of love—and stir the fright this inlet of poker
life. [I drift] The choir is frantic as beating in souls the water of this
mystic light—and fire this grove the inner kingdom as frantic as beating souls.
We fever as sunlit vandals that further the Christian life—as radical as a
preacher’s pressures; and long we live that near to vanished, to polish our
souls. [I drift!] I return to love the fervor of this novice as it comes
through anthem and stars; to frequent her name the call of passion the nights
of meditation; to culture this life—to feel for banished—a fishnet of
woes.
