Wild wailing outwards
Over tarot hives and parlors
The heavily inverse
Where delinquent poets
Pass their time
Waiting sinners locked in
Their white pastured domes
Eternians, maintaining
The spoke of eternity's
Battered wheel
Pull the seal
On their heels
Never free

The worlds we saw
Across acrylic
Technicolor glory
Platforming blue oil spatters
Through which countless eyes
Sometimes squinting
Always unclosing
Reflected fires of the expanse
Places unseen and unsensed
Beyond matter and no matter
A far cry from home
Yet we belong 'there'
As we did here

So still
So still
Almost blinded by these
Empty halls
We find ourselves inside the
Splendor of a cosmic gleam
Feeling overwhelmingly new
Naked, enthralled

Small crowd all wide-eyed
A Summer's light
Upon the night
No more these words
All color and the black
A scene not found in
Mere minds

"A far cry from home"

Access all worlds
And paint our way through
Stars aligned and well
Fly the path that leads
Towards divine eternal life

We find our way
On paths of black stars

We dig, by claw we tunnel, pave the
Paths of black stars
We lay to rest our doubts and
Self-doubts

Faster and faster through the
Unending black
Every speck of light that passes
A new dawn abides
Miracle or disaster
We shall know soon enough
Once the fabric of space is cut
And the edges are frayed and frilled

Wanderers, to some they seem so lost
Mere poets of dismay
Build reality by breaking it down
And what I owe
I know that I could never express
What those waves of desire
Revealed to me