Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Deep Goddess

Deep sleep is nearest 
that to what I am 
and day is time to suffer 
all delusions contrary 
until I know this that 
I am. The moon repeats 
as specified. Returning to 
the source, the sun is guided 
by the cryptic goddess of 
our underworld with dark 
surreal and swirling dreams 
of baby corn and kings, 
of river-ways and rings, 
of thoughts and things. 
Until another day 
arrives and sings.

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