Baggage gone missing at the new moon
On the spirals of progression carousel
That spin as one would peel back the toroid
Of an onion
Off-balanced like a top our merkabah
Tilted to the zero point
Where you would straddle the pole to recharge it
Not at true horse North but blue.
I am in the center of you, unable to move
Except closer
To the spiral of your chapter pages turned,
Your ever-unpeeled onion leaves
That leave me to cry for morsels,
For the morsel horses,
For the breadcrumbs to the morsel code,
Point Zero Morsel.
But the world gets a little less straightened and chaste
A little wiser as we
Become a little more free don't it Zephyrillis
Or is it Etherea?
We know each other
By so many names
We have become as fluid as Flood,
For shape is optional,
An excuse to lose myself, forget you,
Always fun, seldom necessary,
As memories of you crystalize my DNA,
Conforming to me like memory foam
Squeezable as an inflamed sponge,
A lemon ponied up
Off-world and off-the-hook at the Nature Lounge
Naked Spirits bar.
Timelines tremble,
Thoughts interstell.
The nothingness of pure light
Manifests all things
For the sake of illumination
Nothing more.
But then we went quantum
And truly lost time.
