On ethereal shores,
Visions of Esper come to mind
Us stalking
like herons
Through listless
waves mirroring a clouded sky
In memory I was
elsewhere
Grace and
sorrow fluctuating within me
what a new emotion,
Feeling as
though the words were foolish before they came out
As Interruptions
of Om absolved in sacred geometry
My feet traversing
the pools,
little
echoes of my steps spreading outward
spreading as
circles across silver water
my thoughts
spreading out
upon the
surface of some other plane
ephemerality
conducing each moment
into brilliant
symphony
remembering things
sentimentally
when I was
not like this:
and the thought
of those that would not be here with us
in the same
context
Absolved of
this reality
Forgotten to
the nature of time
I felt my
flow draw suddenly to my wrists—
These ethereal
invisible whips,
utterly familiar
where the
wings of my being spread like fractals
liquid and crystal
clairvoyant and
new
eloquent to
the vibration of existence
within many dimensions
I am made whole
time unfolds
as it must
like a dream
of the future
exacting its
own being
as if waves
of myself rippling invisibly through the pools of our mutual reality
out into all
of the spaces I do not yet know
this is how I
have come to spend my time—
dreaming of things that have not yet come to be
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