I light incense for my senses
orange light yearning:
a rainbow streams. Two pieces roam from one
and as the spiraling dance
turns around in romance
i dare to face what has begun.
(my thoughts give way
to a magnificent gray
that i buried beneath the rainbow)
the cloudy d d a a z y e s, surround me.
but, the gray excavation
from my burning meditation
is not now how it was;
it is what it has and it is what it’s spun.
It is what i see. It has to be one.
The flowing sensation
of the rippling mediation
is greater than, even You.
me.
It can break through the world,
Emphasize its’ broken core.
make it crumble in defeat.
but see: it does not have
a heart to beat.
And it does not love.
It does not hold.
anything—but a desire
to tickle our senses.
to make Us believe
in Its’ greatness.
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