Moon and sun, shone, shining, driving light as one
Finding flitting dance and play between the darkened corners and the open sky
Angels and demons,
Life and seeming reasons,
Lost to thought till wakened in the
Dripping debauch
Muddy murder of your sense
Slips way to tantalizing
Tippy toe, tight rope talk
To delicate ears,
Bathed in still wash
Of mystic tide
And riding in the serpentine sight
Deny nothing, no decrying
Though the mind it might provoke a mighty wrath
The inside finds aliveness, striking
Find it in this now, this fine line balance,
Bow to what is towering over your
Roasted, bloated bellow
And smell the sweet incense
Of centric circumstance
A gateway
To a mythic mastery
And no mastery.
But a being brings beleaguered feet
To greet the stunning sun drenched ground ground beneath.
Be at peace.
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