In the honey scented land,

 I saw barbed lights,                            

        oscillating,

in time with music

positive and captivating,

someplace far away,

I saw,                                                                                      

celluloid structures and

effervescent flares

multiplying,

dividing,

occupying everywhere ,

they told me we have not been

 abandoned here.

I saw,

an army of skeletons in silhouette,                  

Below their feet,

soft mud and buttercup fields,                                                                          

a utopic vignette

on my tongue,

The sky above was a crying song,

 

I saw the inside

Of my own mind,

tormented and beautiful as time itself.

Love for me,

is quiet,

           

I saw,

my bones fuse,

below a firmament of stained glass

and dew,

It made me think of you.

I saw Life

for what it really is,     

a tender kiss,                                        

 a place of worship in all component things, 

I saw the clouds roll in,

on a pair of wings,

seeking religion.                                                                                                                

I felt no discernable emotion.

 

I saw my own flesh rot,

from bloated corpse

to shell of bone,

My spirit called back to me

from the grave

“Death is the Mother’s

pounding stone.”

I came back down the mountain

And ran straight to you, 

clutching to my heart, the knowledge

 we have long denied,

the fabric of the universe                                                        

wants us to know

 

 it’s alive!