plucking possibilities...

plucked past timelines
liberated from history in rhymes
possibilities

of licking with laser beams
shown on split- screens
Ajna see

riding through the sun
absorbing the melody sung
kinetic keys

stretched under scorched snow
in columns of spirals they blow
a symphony

lying, living, lost in
the field, the frosting
of fantasies

continuously consumed
on a moon near Neptune
Ecstasy

among obsidian boulders
pushing down shoulders
submit freely

unravel on gravel the scene
a little dream dreamed
for me...