a galaxy inside a human eye a galaxy cupescent and discerning through powdered jeweled spark of human yearning explodes mind's universe into a lie - a cobweb spun of insolence and truth - a cobweb bled of bundled hope and fear - ensnared a soul - and tore a vision clear ensnared a soul - and culminated youth delight of live and innocence of true achieve consistency of fiberoptic cable that leaps across the Mendeleev's table to spark the light through every me and you - a moment springs to life and weaves to bliss all timeless springs that were ungently shattered, a breeze through misty caves of time and matter awakes despondent scrutiny of Is - a fairy plays beneath a dragon's maw discerning eyes of logos never see her for symbol grates and fears it would deliver a glance that scorches essence Dull and Raw the word begins and spins a seamy spell and savagely remembers to deliver - the seed sprouts forth and is a sweet don't-fear inside the cozy darkness of don't-tell - a who will rise at dusk and start to cry - until a what returns to which's lair to kill the when contained within the where to strangle how with an ungentle why - to smash obstruction with a clanging door into quintessence perfectly inviting through bursting fire and ecstatic lightning a gunning powder of the world-what-for - a world not of what-if but of what-could - a world of gushing thoughts that move no turbines as quantum haze of whirling bits determines a passion burning and misunderstood - a world of think that's not a world of see where logic shatters like a crumbling mirror that if intention only made it clearer would flow with perfect nothingness of be - through nearly-deads and almost-never-borns - through fragrant clever and despondent ponder - through shady knows and inadvertent wonder - through words that cinge Forever on their horns - through crystal skein enfolding fields of stars through nebulas of heart's incessant rhythms through incandescent scrutiny of schisms through turning points that mark the life like scars - each minute's spell impaled upon a crux - each blueprint raging storm-like in the ocean to flow through filter-mind with seamless motion to Morph all screaming Matter into Flux: to resurrect from Lymphic Gashing air pluperfect life that was not fully made to form of foam and fire unbetrayed the Venus-seed that consummates despair with skin that melts and sublimates the sky with consummation of all thought and habit with mind that is too thoughtful to inhabit the murky inside of a changing eye: a lightning strikes and sends the waters fuming a lightning strikes and scatters stars awry the cloud recoils again and heaves a sigh that only thinks its darkness all-consuming - but in the depth the soul resumes a spark that coils and boils and bursts into intention and struggles through the darkness of convention to weave the essence toward a question mark to maybe so that batters and deceives - to maybe no that sits on treasure markers - to maybe be a perfect misty darkness impaled on aimless synergy of ifs - on consummation of the be and through on sounds that fly in smooth and swirling motion - on incandescence shattering emotion - on moments far too tattered to be true - on moments far too gorgeous to be present - ob moments far too potent to sit still - on moments that spring numbness into will - on moments that are spindling and incessant - on moments that are gentle like a breeze and rageful more like a volcanic fire - on moments that mix present with inspire and set the future sailing on high seas - that leap across a timeless arctic shelf to overthrow the tyranny of never - to kill the soul's deceit and to dissever the hideousness of thoughts that murder Self - if but to seize such moment by its neck and let the treacle of the sun completely expunge the poisoned sting that indiscretely erodes its soul into a crispy speck - if only but to grind into a dust all that is unalive and unforgiving and pour it through the filters of the living into the all-consuming grave of must - if only but to boil into a tea the jasmin past with cafeinated present and let the rainbow, elegant and pleasant, revive and consummate Infinity - if but to scald with Restless Timeless Hands the Inadvertent and the Undeserving and let the passion that is always burning instill a heart that always understands - if but to live like constant bursting flame like an interpid and explosive thunder that leaps in syllogisms of restless wonder across the restless I-am-that-I-am - that weaves like spider through a petal heart with filaments untender and inviting electric nebulas of sudden lighting that cinges souls and burst facades apart to polarize into a now and hence from which springs forth in Now the apparition that brings the knowledge-seed into fruition thus to agglomerate to Circumstance - to tap into the cosmic of each stream and let it gush torrentially toward solution across the pattern bled to destitution the throbbing voice of an abandoned dream that steals its soul and drapes it with disease that steals its nerves and pours inside obstruction that hopes the grating lard of its instruction would be enough to clatter eros into grease still knowing of the lie that is in-built still knowing of what underlies the reason still knowing and aware of this treason warping the mind forever into guilt - still knowing of the grating skein of lies that hides the mind inside a womb of fear and warps the gloried new of every year into a "why does sun still even rise" into a yes but build on this deceiving into a yes but me is really not into a mind that splinters into rot each time it bursts athena-like to living into a don't you ever dare you to restore the glorious passion that the heart can feel into a don't you dare to see the real for everyone is broken at the core - into be gentle to retain the coils into be silent lest you spark into a fire the essence that is known to inspire but is now buried under toxic soils into a make a fear your basic center into a make a life a theorem thereon into a call this structure Babylon and scatter human reason into banter into a code that from start to end is skein of lies desiring to dissemble confounds the judgment and with each new amble composes prison further of one's head a skein that then grows thickness of a knee and places mind upon a horn distorted then dully bashes straight into the forehead with a rock-headed lie of this-is-me - to cinge these lies and spring the passion pure to cinge injustice still and let the light flow with a perfect essence of delight into the minds no longer burdened with manure to be like sunlight shining through each tree to in each clorofill produce a prana that consummates the nature to nirvana that it is the given pathway into free - weave mind through nature, leucocyte through blood, a thread of love through every needling fear and to arrive, magnificent and clear, into a synthesis complete of man and God to consummate the soul-spark into true to bring through reason's path each Inspiration to weave each passion into Incantation to tear the life-lies by their roots and build Anew to resurrect the spirit in each me to resurrect the spirit that is all to resurrect the core of every soul and make it beautiful with clarity to dare and know and never to forget to dare and know and weave into fruition the basic essence that through uncondition is bled as pure and true as all beget to lose the sanity and gain a mind to lose the partial and gain the whole to open doors into a human soul and let its foul fetters fall aside to break the border between think and can to deconstruct the lie of every prison to unobstruct the soul from all false reason to shatter mannikin and resurrect the man to take the burning fire of each me sprawling on bins and shattered with false know and let the passion of its essence grow into the consummate Integrity not cowardly move-on but move-right-through not craven grow-up but a Becoming not lying similitude but weave-all-coming into a mind that to the universe is true into mind that like a beaming sun awakes each day and with a fire unyielding restores the world to clarity while wielding the sound as bright as barrel of a gun a sound to wake a creature neath the waves who builds a pearl of every sandspeck grating and consummates with patience unrelenting chaotic patterns into seamless caves - and from the gentle and caressing sea from their concupiscent and misty darkness springs forth to life a loving muse that hearkens all seems of Try into an art of Be. To M.W. Written 2000, revised 2003