Cigarette Afternoon

No smoke without you, my fire.
Burning leaves Love to burn.
Glow you in my brazier, Icarian
bird to your spire.

Let the smoke lie back in the dark
til the dust flowers of ash mingle
Breath to breath the shudder
Tremble in current dance.

Gimble in the demon wave of
Consciousness unburdened--
Of its nattering passengers,
Wilded to pure Electric.

Flash, eyes, float, hair,
the extrait of shimmering,
foray into the wide open,
window of afternoon.

What is it to Wish a Soul?
To be conscious is to become
Aware of consciousness. To begin
To Dream, to Dream Awake.

Imagine, dreaming Demon,
slips into pure starlight, to
become. Starlight. I went.
Big Tsunami, a starsurf.

Fantasia, your mythos, But
Ancients already saw You
And composed the legends of
Stars. Their names are Echo.

Harp string and feather,
Charon the bus driver,
Fly-eye and twin lost.
a star shines Eye of

One. Twin swimmers,
Lyra, the harp, shimmers.
Their names are Shadow.

Afflicted with the ache
of a beauty incomprehensible,
to contain the immeasurable,
Breathe with the world and
feel its knowing. Understanding
the vastness is to be unafraid.

Whet on this stone-- flow.
rooftop, squirrel, birds swirl,
milky winter -- this, a jewel,
dancer, wound round with a
starlight snake, a vision to
Reconcile.

Third minded.