Ouroborous abstraction I.
Synergistic white noise
like a blue eyed cat about my feet
wraps its tail around my ankles
sends me stumbling
to gather a forward momentum
Fellow star dust sacks sent spinning
to a deeper direction, geomorphic mass wasting
A downhill family reunion of matter gathering
What is at the center of this joyous gravity?
Let go of everything.
If you follow the roots of the Elder tree
in celtic knots through the endless Earth
they bring you back to the tips of its leaves
Two face twin
scream a brief existence without boundary
and in the temple wells speakers rose
and I heard God's thoughts in stereo