The spheres
fading together
On the
apparent horizon
Of that
which was clear in their light
Became a
shadow
I am your
ego
The mesmerizing
glow of chemical essence
That like a
fluorescence eroded your vision
Come on a
cloudy night
A complete
darkness in the city of dreams
That never
sleeps
And sleeps
no more for the ringing
The light
wrapped
And folded
the buildings
As if they
were made of cloth
And could be
worn
And fade
into the shadows
And you
desired nothing more
Than to
disappear into their casting
That shed
hung like animal skins
Depraved over
the holes
Of the
moonless, cloudy night
Where the
light of the angel
May have
shone
Save for the
omen of (Sun’s/Son’s) rising
Better to
muse upon
Sleeping in
the old town square
And waiting
for the light
Of a global
visual language expressing Being
What slumber
takes you
Scatters your
purposes astray
Along the
winding (trails/tails/tales) of Reason
That had
matured and intertwined
Parallel lines
stemming empirically
From an
infinitesimal point
In a
circular logic
Spun
the thread of your existence
Like how
your signature evolves over time
Let the wide
gestures of broad strokes
Sweep the
hardwood floor
Of all
beacons of industrious living
And consume
the walls
That housed
the shadow of culture
For the
world we live in
A shield the
intellectual dilettante
From the lack
of all meaning whereupon
There was
cleared an exceptional space to move
Like figure
drawing
Dancing in
the street
Like a
digital wave in the global town square
Wanting the
world to move with you
As you let
the leading edge
To bathe in
the pull of night
Enforced by
a hidden moon
And when you
wake be free
Traveling the
world in the womb of ambitions
And the
company of dreams
Honed in the
edge of light
Shone through
the crevice of your consciousness
Waiting on
the Second Coming
To cleanse
your pores
The holes
inspired in your skin
Wary that
some dreams get lost
Never to be
found again
Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com
