Lunar Words

Allow the honesty to flow in hieroglyphic form to solve the mysteries of never-ending language carved on timeless trees;

And left as sightless clues for all to see.

Allow the choiceless sight that every word responded

Is respired in the diary of deja vu;

Replayed in human memory as a recorded, sacred, clue.

Allow the trees to whisper names upon the windowpane;

Hear the movement of pacific shores;

A Backdrop alley core;

A supermarket war;

An elemental drizzle on an urgent car.

Allow the unintended images to speak the Mayan lungs of mountain breath;

For in the shedding of an outer skin,

The sages of the alphabet do flourish from within.

Allow this flux to conjure up creation,

As a dedication to the silence written, in the motion of its flow

On post-it notes of speculated temporal time;

Whose core does soar within such secrets tuned to rhyme.

Allow the truth to be in every falling grain of sand that sifts in every river to a timeless sliver of the great eternal clock;

Where wanderings depart into the bricks of pyramids;

Where star ships find their dock.

Into insane hotels, in which our masks are spelled

As winged words who wrote their meaning as a travelogue;

A synagogue of interweaving answers,

Sitting in the ward where words began,

To bear their birth upon the shores of human tissue,

Where silence is the seat from which these worlds of words are issued.

As rusted syllables nest in crystal dew,

And each do reinvent the world, in momentary light, anew.

Allow the fiction of our life to plant a seed of breath

Into the birth of earthy tokens;

Of celestial ellipsis suddenly spoken,

Where the sanity of sight sees within its dream of being

The hidden language of reality conceiving;

A metaphorical devotion to the motion of an interwoven space.

As a gesture to a golden painting, emanating from nameless place.