Labyrinth

Restless nomad consciousness travels the thought terraces
where one isn't immune to the lucid plumes, which anoint
by strokes of a virtual vocabulary, being as vivid to the senses
as a deft, opiate allure of breathtakingly verdant, pastoral scene.

One feels the numinous, vibrations of brilliant rapture
invigorate and immerse the soul
into entering the charmed, chasm of black and white starkness,
seducing the heart by the lilting caress of delusional flashes ,
painting the eyes with gossamer hints of horns and haloes.

Emotions evoke empathy in the soft enigma linings of its walls,
between the slices of sensual and serene mosaic mind cracks
entrancing an affinity for the utter magic of epiphany chaos,
haunting with sense of being lost inside the pathways of mysticism,
till one feels an evolution of inner reality form memory monograms
before growing into a inner mountain of intense revelations.

In the corridors of common depravity
twin spiritual succubus stand, offering intimacy of ancient ceremony,
making love to the impulsive blood percolating with passion,
using their sway of ethereal fragrance, injecting it by a third eye syringe,
till one is addict to either flames or harps.

Alas, it is only at the final moment
of a pilgrim's complete surrender
that one discovers how the feared flames are heaven's match of life
while harp's the song
leads only to hell's gate