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Crimson Bursts


flowering crimson bursts of thoughtless consumption errupting in the minds eye blotting out the wisdom of the celestial experience

These words track the way toward the answer to the question
what is the wisdom of the ages presented in a momentary slice of the minds eye?

Delicately I raise my head
from the pit in which I hide
there is a danger looming over
shadows masking it's approach

I sit still against is motions
describing themselves with emotions
brought on by the absense of hope



The wheel turns
rapped around

angular proportions

all sides considered
arranged and maligned
the truth remains obscured
by the blindness of conviction

temples of conceptualized traditions
raised to the highest order of intentions
delivering judgment at the gates
only those deemed worthy shall set eyes upon what eminates
what was made from the ashes of men and woman
whose lives like vines grew where they could gain foothold
and perished as the strong overtake the weak

I am but a grain of sand in the universe
a temple of evolution
created by the unfolding now
do I not have a right to worship at my own minds eye?