sourlemone
Bluelighter
Have you ever
Sat and found infinite meaning in the cracks of a brick wall
Infinite complexity in the folds of Huxley’s pants
Properties not dual but unified, the soul
A wu-wei journey through being, the soul
Life as a symphony in four moods
April is the cruelest month
Shall we elope
My fair, the road beckons
Caressing the tired mind, casting a velvet shroud over
The bracken and thorn, the lingering, sprightly blanket
The slender tendril of mist winding
A narrow finger tenderly grasping
The darkly comic veiled poltergeist
And to sleep
When in Rome do as the Romans do
And the Romans walk
And to move
Sway on the boughs of the Tree of Knowledge
There is no definite evil, no certain good
No absolute truth – “pain is an illusion”
Wandering limbs, floating in
Effervescence, rising and falling
The final waltz with a ghostly
Partner, figured monstrous
Shall we drift
When in Rome do as the Romans do
And the Romans think
There is time enough, time enough my dear
To travel the road and let the road travel
We have long enough, long enough my dear
To slither as the serpent and let the serpent slither
Oh t’would be wondrous to be set free
(unfinished)
Sat and found infinite meaning in the cracks of a brick wall
Infinite complexity in the folds of Huxley’s pants
Properties not dual but unified, the soul
A wu-wei journey through being, the soul
Life as a symphony in four moods
April is the cruelest month
Shall we elope
My fair, the road beckons
Caressing the tired mind, casting a velvet shroud over
The bracken and thorn, the lingering, sprightly blanket
The slender tendril of mist winding
A narrow finger tenderly grasping
The darkly comic veiled poltergeist
And to sleep
When in Rome do as the Romans do
And the Romans walk
And to move
Sway on the boughs of the Tree of Knowledge
There is no definite evil, no certain good
No absolute truth – “pain is an illusion”
Wandering limbs, floating in
Effervescence, rising and falling
The final waltz with a ghostly
Partner, figured monstrous
Shall we drift
When in Rome do as the Romans do
And the Romans think
There is time enough, time enough my dear
To travel the road and let the road travel
We have long enough, long enough my dear
To slither as the serpent and let the serpent slither
Oh t’would be wondrous to be set free
(unfinished)
