Friday, February 11, 2022

Another Out of No Body Experience

I'm far more that flower than my face,
As this cricket sometimes needs to be 
A fairy with a wand -- Identity 
Is that which metamorphosizes, 
Taking with it every idea, which,
Like the cricket, dissolves when it finds
The right frequency, into a master ideal,
The ethereal cricket, which pulses 
With a life too deeply kept inside
This pale likeness, the physical world.
It's a life that dissolves galaxies 
In its need of unknown light,
Makes nebulae rise like pottery.