BEYOND THE MIND'S HARBINGER ORB
Portals — caricatures of midnight's artist,
sculpted in demented, fun house images,
stalk the stage of slumber's service
through a foreboding, thunderous clap of warning.
Confused, by the metaphoric tangled thicket of tales,
one is haunted by the feeling they are more than a message,
till some crossroads of deja vu
inseminates the second,
driving the soul to a new reality of dialect.
Then, the lucid cerebral walkway of sensations
arches passed the towering array of mental mirages —
ebony edifices with their layers of epiphany
which speak their mesmerizing light
deep into every chasm of waking
from a reverie cove,
fluid in time and meaning.
They take one beyond a heartbeat's consuming,
through the looking glass passageway
and to the other side of the moon.
Somewhere, during another wisp of seconds
the mind reclaims the passport to that well of memories,
till spoken in the heart
is what was uttered to the spirit in future tense,
and we become one
with our universe.
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