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Saturday, September 9, 2023

Temple Complex


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Imagine: a square

within, -open air;

four pillars, light

-and dark, in pairs.

Galactic arc overhead,

nighttime scene in bed.

Dream, but one well fed;

silken covers black & red.

In recline I wander nightly,

mind shining so very brightly.

My reflection appears to me,

and thinking, she too can see.

Silver radiant mist surround,

prismatic colours abound,

distorted syncopation profound,

interpolated sense' confound.

Ghostly, shadow electric,

a profusion so eclectic;

thoughts come thither to me:

incantations, So Mote it Be!

Torches burn brightly in the night,

a power stronger than mere might,

a whispered scent of precious sight,

colours louder than they are light.

Stars, not-falling, arc-overhead;

this nighttime scene in my bed,

a sort of dream, but one instead

which soothes aches, both hurt & dread.

This square: imagination

not unfounded, -with intention

pure, beyond circumspection:

innovation and not invention.

One must get one's feet wet...
See You there Midnight