Muse

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 cleare

rwould 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

he 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 resplendent 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 -

on 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, bright and incandescent,

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 wonde

racross 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 darknesss

prings forth to life a loving muse that hearkens

all seems of Try into an art of Be.