These are all fortifications 

Set up in a spiraling distance 

From the abstract fractals of the mind 

Joy in unison 

Joy in dissonance 

Clear thoughts, admonitions 

Expositions of wanton necessity 

Emanations of aggressive, internalized desires 

Cathedral at the footholds of the 

Mountain ranges 

All to abide and wait for the time

The responsive arrows were drawing near

Did I paint it?

I knew that I had to paint it

They were lingering impressions 

Of some replication of a despotic, desparate 

Wilderness 

Where I was drawn to coffins 

And made to unravel within the kindness 

Of the moment 

Before it was all torn away

Before the proflagarations of the mind

And the dividation of the soul

Both spent knife-wielding at night 

Slowly carving out the space

Where I would find some new direction 

Some new pace for footfalls

At the unveiling penumbra 

Of the holistic mountain range 

What were all the immersed disfigurations?

Why had I ever been allowed 

To draw myself away from the place

Where I could and should have rested

In commonplace comfort 

At the foot of the seer

Being allowed to articulate 

All of my meaningless meanderings 

That would somehow coalesce 

Into a tiny measure 

Of universal serendipity 

These were words I had been

Trying to pronounce for decades

To engender and release 

The lisp of the prophet’s tongue 

Why had I always been hidden from 

The corner-eyed vessels 

Where it was more simple for me

To just breath, to commune myself 

With the goddess of nothingness

And no longer just playing with the words

To breathe and become the words

To become the passageway into incarnate light

Where I would be a turning point 

For the skies to lose the insincerity of

Their darkness

And flood out the exterior 

With the prism of light 

All the years I had spent turning 

Away from the splendid, evacuated wilderness

That was always my space to abide in

To thrive in

I was to be brought here, to encircle myself 

And then expand out in waves of circumference 

To establish and show the joy, the passion, the love

This is where I was always meant to be

Conjoined, but separated 

Able to become a residue of vacancy 

That could be flooded over with the earth 

I would not stand in the way of this justice

Although I may flit along with the despotic indiscretions 

Of desire 

I could use them to build a bridge 

To erect an altar over a tenement hovel

And allow even the insipid man to breath

There is a target within.  I would allow it to find itself 

To cherish itself. To filter out into the dawn

Where the warriors would await

To lift me up to my horse

And guide me into the lingering realm of suchness 

Where I could abide without duality 

With immersion into the core

To provide the guidance, unconscious, that I was delivered

From the words that merely sing 

To the words that always dream

In depth, in sincerity, in the ultimate union of division