Flute in a Cave

The echoes I herd
and channel through the burrow
carry away my prayers
as if they were there
but to contemplate
an usure fate
and freedom of will to explore
I am determined
to abstract the lore
and all the laws the eddies provide
the clicks and the ticks of clocks
the caravan
and masses of rocks
where the melody
is sure to play
the basic entity
repeating
owning the deed and the copyright
sow the harmony
as time's dilations
reverberations
in plain frustrations
worrying on formal titles
waves and frequencies
the pipe is a bit too engaging
when echoeing
and not talking
or performing.

Protruding Sword

How is it you are well behaved?
When the bucket has dipped you dry.
How is it you are well oiled and paved?
When your conscience is higher than mine.
How is it we swim in the same water?
When mine is insane.
How is it we raise the same children?
When One is the king.

I for my part will sing;
you for yours will be answering:
"The Lord is with you...

right and left hands in the mirror are the same

Astro-Break-Up

Could only serve to precipitate an emotion so dense
it would collapse in on itself
and no amount of candle power would illuminate
this new star from far away
and it could only be called to approach singular isolation
in contemplation of past events and their horizons.

Spiritual Truth

Mating souls exposed
out among the starlight
pinpricks of blood
seep through portals pure
the mask enspaced
covers this race
that fights erotic allure
with tales of love and sin
to heighten this celestial tour.

Overtime

I was like a worm
travelin' through forty years
benefiting no souls but my own
because these truths are self-evident
and clear:
gonna feast on the majestic ones
and flesh of kingdoms
and when it's disclosed I'll need the fig leaf no more.

This is punish meant to amuse angels;
been workin' overtime for love for sure.