2003Apr30

I see
All thousand points of light
And there are shadows
That record the space between waves
In an ever expanding funnel
Like a spiral cyclone
Situated rests
Make a staircase
And there is a downward draft
A falling luminescence
Gently pressing
On the crown
And the ground
The eye itself
Becomes peaceful
And I hear
And I feel

I see
From here to infinity
Recording shards of truth
Broken ripples in the flow of things
An ever changing experience
Twisted around memory