~~FlowingOm~~

Madness, my sage,


I am watching you
From ancient worlds
A shadow you could reach


Out and in
Touch as expansive as skin
Ink to keep us safe


I am secret and falling
These are not my words


Epistemic slumber
Copulation of chaos and order
Black seeds open the white flower


I am lost
In the bitter pink pulp
Flooding fingertips


Is this what you wanted?


In the lost city
When eyes turn so
And it is you
Watching from afar


Heart pounding blood
Through my muse
Eyes through twisted portal
Naval window
Opens atop my head


This other madness
Comes
Like this
Like shape shifters
In old mirrors
Dank and pristine

With love,

shattering