Origins

From mountain tops of mottle tinct creation's rivers flow

To travel twisting a tangled trace to places un- and known.

Advice and answers arise, although abstruse and far asunder,

So I wonder, as I plunder stolen dreams of beings from yonder.

From beyond the thunder, pass the tundra void of all words, letters and numbers.

Only coveys of colors dance and play as fabulous fantasies formulate.

No past, poisons or predispositions, no hard learned habits to break

Simply splashes and spills of inspiration that spread like sparks of fire

As the voices that vie for their victory steer stumbling steps from the mire

Red rivers of reason rendezvous at the cerulean creek's crest

A psychedelic surge of psyche surfaces as spectra coalesce.