day THREE HUNDRED and NINETY TWO

carnal anatomy

with a hint of vertigo deception

something burning

speaking of arousal, hiding and seeking with an affinity for poetry

 I climbed the spheres of musik and found no sound but the echoes of distant planets

 from dying worlds

 the silence of the multiverse in the breath exhaled from every babe

 all of us a monk and nun

sage or deviant

 of what would never be remembered

yet never forgotten- that's the trick of visions and the state of being

for every stream of light projected through crystal goblets

  a river of spectrum eternity flowing - a full feast of particles

 we love what we destroy

 how about we consume what we are

 to expose what we are not- plastic vomit voodoo reality dumb-show dim-witt solution, asymmetrical eggshell minds- cracking the yokes of infinite ideas

 and all we can come up with are wax-work constructs melting in the sun,

minds in flight

 we're not exactly igniting into the phoenix in a marvel of wonders

leaving ashes everywhere

--MIKE ZONE