Eye Of The Storm (Inspired By Jim Morrison)

‘Call out of the wilderness
call out of fever, recieving
the wet dreams of an Aztec king’
 
                        - Jim Morrison
 
The thunder-clap cloud was a great heart,
it boomed like a majestic fortress door unlatching.
Here in her eye where stoned stillness lie,
her rain-thoughts captive and beaten,
broken.
 
Her magic was gone as she drifted off to sleep.
I became a dust mote in the great eye of her foretelling.
Here, in the shadow of a great humid awareness,
mind-melded into storms of a brutal rage subdued
by her sleeping awareness.
 
The storm within had awoken me.
 
        .....
 
Poor child, girl without a song to sing,
I sing for her after consuming her tokens
of gratitude.
I can only love her this way,
absorbing her rains like water in a desert.
 
A slithering silence rehydrates lands of  
memories wild with naked pain,
a nimbus collapsing, becoming a vortex,
a crazy intoxication of mind.
 
I hide in a crevace that never recieves rain,
a cold skin of awareness snaking into oblivion
burying itself like a funneling of fates aftermath.
 
          .....
 
Meet me there, behind the doorway of your gaze,
tunneling madness in a serpents lair
drowning in ecstasy;  
a waking dream
riding a storm,
hitching a ride on a supercell highway
blowing adrift like a grain of sand,
its own tempest writhing
wringing its feral heart
raping itself in a perfect circle
of ambivalence
christening an iron beast.
 
The train moves west on its rail-belly.
The rest is to be written of by modern sages in
lightning bolts of newness.
 
     .....
 
The great eye blinks and a million concepts die
like brave soldiers.
We are its children, crying en masse,
we are our own audience,  
the microphone a reciever
booming of doom.
 
I hear the storm rising
I see it rolling on the horizon.
 
It drowns the wild night in your eyes
but is never to tame what ungodly spirits
live within, inhabit your mind
behind that door  
behind that smile
is another kind of peace
forest-like in azure somnolent screams.
 
The sun is unseen
the earth untouched,
destiny's hands wrung out her soul
until there was nothing behind her eyes
but slow centuries dragging
looking into reflections and seeing none.
 
Here, I percieved a garden in her eyes.
 
It became a portal to nowhere.
 
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