“i am a sovereign being of infinite…”

can’t breath, the air in om won’t come.         falling into and out of line.         turning quick, losing grip.        mind rush into patterned fate.          lasting dark night.               blind to the stars.             raking hands across face to face within found the ugly and believe it to be all that’s left stripped to the core,  searching for more finding deeper shadows deepen.      Turn again for the light, turn back for the source.         confronted by eyes fierce with memory threatening release or maybe rapture.                 memory’s shame game playing laughing hostility.                   hacked into comfort ruthless cheer bulldozed across fright.

afraid of what i find inside. when I finally reside.        right now in the making, who i’ve been.  hear them along with her along with you along with me singing of other poisonous lifetimes where seasons transmuted.              and now here, on this path, which way and along which arc of the spiral, who among them holds the master key? to walk in the right light, searching with the only illumination found