07-26-2014, 08:47 PM
When the insomniacs & thinkers
slump roughly
into the doldrums
of tomorrow,
I flee to the orchid sky,
journey the celestial moments
of higher fields.
*
Also, I encounter the
grand, imposing
Pillars of Creation-
mystical, as if
the tighten tone of
their heavy breathing
was to reveal
the inexplicable,
the tenebrous riddles
of Life, the World,
the Afterhours,
the still blankness of the mind abroad,
before,
during,
and after birth & death;
that the whole paradigm of Existence was only
the mirage of
an unintelligible detail
we keep failing to grasp.
slump roughly
into the doldrums
of tomorrow,
I flee to the orchid sky,
journey the celestial moments
of higher fields.
*
Also, I encounter the
grand, imposing
Pillars of Creation-
mystical, as if
the tighten tone of
their heavy breathing
was to reveal
the inexplicable,
the tenebrous riddles
of Life, the World,
the Afterhours,
the still blankness of the mind abroad,
before,
during,
and after birth & death;
that the whole paradigm of Existence was only
the mirage of
an unintelligible detail
we keep failing to grasp.