A
figure
In
the distant wind
Cloaked
In
green twilight
Standing in
The blue hands
Of space
Holding diamonds,
Open palmed
A figure
Moving through
The voice of shadows,
their aquamarine
Shifting facets
Multiplying
stars, gems
Multiplying countless
paths of
Thought
shifting through
The
twilight green arc
Of endless substance of breath
A figure
Captured in the horizon’s lime edge
Like a trapped bird
Like a trapped bird
Magnetic sculpture
In electric casing
Of green twilight
A figure stands
In the portico of
time
In the vestibule of space
On a tile of
thought
Mansion
in the desert
Parqueted
in a labyrinth floor
Of
mind wandering through interlocking triangles
Of intersecting rooms
A figure
Thinking itself out, exhausted
As it is thought out
Above
The wind
That frames and
outlines
The figure
Eight
Is the real shape of
being
Projected
on an electric field
Luminosities
within
Curving
fields of space
Bodies
of starry water
Flowing
through fluid valleys of gravity
Untying
rivers of light
Pulling shadows down stream
Into
the aquifers of the moon
Dragon shaped kisses
Flame from the cave of her body
Force
and form
Projected
upon the activated surfaces
Of infinity
Lunar iridescences
Electric arrays of aurora
Liquid poses of
Countless positions of thought
From out of the sky of lime and marble
Encased in green twilight
Non-terminous
Projected in luminous motion
Of starry bodies
Astral water flowing
Far away in rivers of flight
Carrying scintillant shadows of fire
Into the inner iron core
Of
unreachable violet angelic mountains
Encased in pillars of wind
The
figure
Can
never leave
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