Cycles

Amazon birds disguised under broad fronds and thatched branches watch motionless Toucans hold their carnival beaks silent. Marooned, iceberg-teeth drift in turquoise, tropical waters. Painted natives on their knees pay tribute to white triangles passing through the stratosphere. Ocean waves shout back, and rainbow Macaws join in a rising mantra of screams and wails. Glacial mountains gouge into raw beach, spreading frost-glass sharply against the tree-line. Burdened cloud-stacks fall, crash and separate across mangled ground. Long tailed lizards fly and weary Albatros tailspin.

Night stars reign,

day has forfeited,

shadow claims and

sun refrains.

A worn cycle, a forgotten pattern too steeped in mystery to uncover. An onyx panther poses for the sculptor, and is turned into basalt. Chrome plated flying machines, virgin-craft sleeked into long racing contours streak through velvet-dark heavens.Their flight path traced overhead in arcs, spike shockwaves into the cold ground below.

Earth sleeps.

Life dreams.

Fresh spring-melt washes the soil, bathes stones, a clear blue sky beckons enter. An electric sun covets what's left, warming all to relinquish a satisfied moan. The last of the chrome flying vessels pass, then turn invisible. Infinity has fled this space, a great breath, long held, exhales.

Winds blow.

Waters move.

Life once again emerges.

Her inky raven hair explodes into an Aubrey Beardsley tapestry. Light didn't fall from the heavens, it flooded from her siren-green irises and anointed the ceiling and walls with mossy, musky flavor. Her tresses swirled and slowly dissolved all color tones— a dripping sweet scent of her body lingered. She dared ride a cosmic stallion bareback. Passion raced faster than her lover’s heartbeat.

Indestructible,

bullet-proof,

death-defying.

Lust’s arrogant steed galloped ahead of her orgasmic tsunami— a wake hiding a hellacious undertow. Release from the vice-grip on her hips rendered her body weightless, time traveling, parallel dimension rifting, like a shoulder hard set against the door-to-immortality— popping explosions splintered all consciousness.

Are you ready to ignite a combustible nebula? You have no idea. You succumb to mere vibrations, melodic tickles, you can't handle more. Dare to open your eyes now, open your mind and continue the ride. Sound baby. Get naked, rip your clothes off, pant like a beast.

Try to control it, write a song, tell your story, hypnotize minds, sculpt hallucinations, dive from the volcanic cliffs and drink the sub-tropic ocean waters. Surf exploding lightening bolts, litter this flat-edged world and hammer-forge it into a glossy blue sphere. Breathe— pour vibration into cosmic harmonic vessels, create pulses of ecstasy unimagined, virginal— set soul-amplified-spirit-screamers free. A rampant flight that Phoenixes bear wary witness to, but refrain from taking wing.

Cut gospel loose,

slash aside the secret hidden veils

shred caution, it's your turn.

Light everything on fire. Look, what color is the flame?

Clutch the heat in your bare hands, inhale the elemental dancing blades and go.

Leap and fly, churn a celestial spiral that sets earthly cowards scurrying for protection.

A face-tearing smile gleams and a taste for forbidden ambrosia grows. It’s too late for multiple choice, one big bang is all you need to set you free. Spread the stars and stir the black holes like so much licorice latte. Prowl with the monsters, swagger under the weight of their terrible stench, and slavering jaws-

You have no equals.