Say, it was vivid! -- akin to something --
Someone alive and kicking.
I know I should have caught that 4:11 am
Dream lingering at the empty platform,
When I sat bolt upright, I saw myself
As if myself saw me in the high-
Density reflective mirror of that world.
A crisis whether to arise,
Dress, eat, and climb aboard the blank page;
Whether to drop back down the rabbit's hole to sleep.
Had it, fed it, bled it, died!
Alas, that frisky puppy of a dream-dog
Up and abandoned me. Carried on a carriage,
Taken on the brain-train,
Chuffing on down those serpentine tracks
Until the rails went skew,
Now's blowing smoke in distant fields
Where poetic frogs used to croak.
Through channels reamed by rumination,
The barge hangs by some mooring post,
Along by now a narrow ditch, a psychic lair
Where something more than frog was spawned,
Where it's at home,
Like simple souls a while ago,
Who chattered, smoked, and sipped green tea
Over yellow formica breakfast tables,
Morning sun in streams of gold,
Through the hazy kitchen windows.
The cosmic picture or the uncosmetic chaos
Is pressed by the spirit of Life
Upon the walls of its own awareness.
Rainbow arcs, moon above the pyramids,
Cliff faces, glassy mountain ribs.
The listener might see a spectral fragment,
The large red,
A lamp glowing upon a triangular plane,
A rough stone, tragic ledges,
A dead drop into blue chasms.
Nature’s mass can be reordered:
Coherent line, measure, form, and word.
The singer’s synesthetic eye,
A wild iris, savage thought.
A maelstrom of meanings:
Pristine is white,
Black is pure, men are wheat,
Women violets with a deep, deep core.
Raven, a nightjar,
And a sign of spring—cuckoo!
All concocted transformations,
Laden galleons sailing across classifications
To an unknown shore,
The blades from bristling pines
Palming the foaming eddies,
Skimming across orders
To an ineffable shore,
Down to earth experience,
Amber and frankincense.
Out they fly from the cave of dreams,
Carlsbad-like gusts of plumage,
Beauties once worn by cargo cultists
Now extinct in paradise
In faraway Sarawak.
Focusing on all divine planes,
Drawing evening in,
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