to reflect on dreams
half recalled may lead to
a beautiful thicket of thorns
arrested by a compound eye
seizing upon the scene
to fracture spectrums of glaring
light as flashes to come before
the punctuating heartbeat
left us dazzled and stunned
in its relentless wake, I
respond from inside to
stagger aside and cry
out in panicked self-defense
"Eternal Diocturum!
My Lord," This one time
I can remember calling out
in a manner of dealing in vain
with an electromagnetic cut
nature storms down
to end up becoming all
caught up in as if into a safe
flaming whirlwind, a liberating
aspect of annihilation unknown as
the sensation of knowing who we are
to discern palpable alternatives
to our unreality as mirrors
of our ongoing will to reflect
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