asleep

keep walking unknown one,

imagination not the blip of fame

but the line of blue itself upon the screen.

we dip in,

we fly out in measured heartbeats

unremembered by the trillions upon number,

unknown even now by most.

what might be left behind less significant

than present presence.

prosterity and prosterior are not so far apart.

these sounds,

the lines upon an unseen surface

have always been.

what's getting made?

would be the pertinent question.

pay attention while

transgressions are made less than

vapors of shadow in faded photographs,

unimportant even to those previously offended

by darkness.

there was never any seeing for the blind,

forgiveness for the damned.

Nature tends itself,

sometimes there is human involvement,

(though rarely is it a terribly significant aspect)

not to say that Beauty is rare.

endless time and tide:

a bowl of black soup

stirred on the feasting table

of giants in some other dimension.

fools afraid of Love

speculate with paranoia-

missing the moment,

trapped in bad dreams

running too late.

the Goddess laughs,

celebrating sacred endless moments

alone in peace,

glad of the respite from stupidity

for awhile.

Grace dancing

beats neanderthal stomp

hands down.

deja vu yells the drumbeat

in echoing chambers.

bend over, nobody cares

is rendered

only infected effluvia drainage,

washed away: dark opinions

made obsolete by shining truth:

diamonds flower from coal.