The Clockwork of Spirits

(be an ember

that burns out rather than fades

away, only

to rise from the remains

at the end of the way…)

(1)

&

before

i forget:

the clockwork of spirits –

dancing in the flesh

traveling

across the lost

horizon

of an ancient

future

unraveling

mysteries

of history

& the myriad

of the human rainbow caught

in a tango with Shango

deciphers neworlds Right Now

for

the sake

of making

sense of the moment

from this moment on.

(2)

&

i can

see something

everywhere

at the edge of this

trip

scrolling

back the doors

thru exits to

entrance, of kismet

reading & reaping

spirits of the age

in residues

of the blues

wailing:

“the

truth is

spoken here.

so, don’t let me

be misunderstood.”

(3)

&

even

in darkest

of light, zeitgeist

glows like the spectrum

of

the sun

ebbing &

(over)flowing

the soular system

with a supernova

of

spirits

hidden in

the margins of

the melting pot

shifting

& drifting

amidst the wind

in a silent way

awaiting the first ray

as

today

rekindles

the embers of

a phoenix sunrise

shedding life upon us

as we aspire to inspire

visions of a transcendental

fire scrawling across the cosmic

crossroads of the clockwork of spirits.

 

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