It's an indescribable delight & comfort to be in this bewildering relationship with you.
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You are there to give me courage to beckon me to the world of the living.
You are there to invite me to the most breathtaking voyage, there to prevent me from slumbering in the wasteland of the mind.
Yes
You sustain my efforts to disentangle myself from the tentacles of dementia.
What are we but a washed out blueprint attesting to the failure of the great architect's attempt?
(were there ever one in establishing his great scheme)
Not human yet- already earthlings no more.
Could the roots of our confusion stem from our difficulty of finding a compass to steer us safely through between the poles of madness & grief, to fix us upon the meridian of unrehersable awakening?
If the real self is the driver, subliminal you would say then the mirror upon which we travel reflects the afterglow of our desire.
If we are the repositories of countless exiles soul wrung out of soul, the wayward crossings of countless currents in some solar neighborhood, we are free to imagine our shells managing the destiny of angelic entities or in fields invisible fostering astral bodies.
The earth we have left behind seems still empowered, to withhold us in some bardo for we have failed in recognizing the final dissolution of light as our point of no return.
How are we to keep pace with the increase of disease busy as we are to upkeep the famish of our mutable hearts?
(pause)
It truly dazzles me to be in this fare with you, never has storm been so welcoming, shipwreck so soothing.
In your breaker I restore my mast dear Poet reef or lifebelt what matters you have set your metaphors afloat to tender my sinking a hold.
In the throbbing breach of your flesh you have ushered my homecoming.
In the agony of your loins I cradle your moan you unleash the floods of your quivering flame.
Upon your breaking waters palaver of birds, whispers of my pollen pangs of consumed heaves.
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