am I awakening, again? questions to put me out of my misery..
enough sure enough I mingle with magic and passions mysterious
a vision appears as I had wished and practiced chanting for
now time cuts deeper ridges into my soul, the work to be done..
the blurr of values soften and memories of concrete knock
I'm a sailor here and there, loner, dreaming creations myth
the impulse to heal returns after the memory reels in..
and the vision grows in complexity, a gift from somewhere,
am I awakening again? The circles of thought gather and beg
indifference for once a season prooves true, slips a clue
my questions keep going on and on.. self-destruction my way
cleaning the glass or mirror to see through- for luck I play
touch haunts me, the time of exstatic pheromoaning promise
knot to begin, her magnanimouse manner brings the perpetual
most things I can write to look at different once in a while
with this I wonder if I am dreaming, awakening, this- friend