Ritual

The words billow into the air like a silver cloud, 

calming and wonderful

 laced with affection and desire 

unravel into the room 

articulating themselves into reality 

gently, magnificently. 

  language in action taking place,

these sweaty covens 

 at the zenith of our communication 

where fictions becoming manifest.

 

 hopes and dreams

 aspirations conglomerating into essence, 

through many dimensions, 

through the eons of humanity
and whatever it is to be human,

 from the depths of beginnings 

sounds dream of what humanity aspires to be. 

as an opening nexus

 wide, comfortable 

shrouded in blankets of æther,

sugary and exquisite, 

like nothing and everything

 harmoniously fused

 
raining in a fine mist that transcends being. 

Our souls soaking in magic like thirsty succulents 

blotting and yearning,

drinking deep copious, voracious mouthfuls.

that flow through us,

 around us, 

within us. 

it makes the subtle cages

 of the world gently dissolve 

into things of grace and perfection,

 a pure, flawless, uninterrupted beauty.

 Genuine and transcendent

  lensing perspective

 if only for an instant. 

seek out these instants, 

for this is the stuff for which existence is made of; 

beautiful and melliferous language 

 transcendent of this earthly place,

 a boundlessness that floats through the air

 beckoning and challenging

 and waiting to be realized.