your burning darkness

  
The angelic and demonic are now
Mirroring your subjective reflection...  
   
While the perfected soul is spinning  
Inside your Agartha time tunnel...  
   
As the etheric speed of dark then  
Shining through your eyes of God...  
   
A hidden paradise flower blooms to  
Manifest your thousand petaled lotus...  
   
That will unshackle your inner light  
With the very thing that imprisons it...  
   
Or as the mind's rooted metaphor  
Your soul gets buried on irony hill...  
   
And then the undone dreaming slips  
Like eternal sand through your fingers...