visions

 
the hidden knowledge speaks in metaphors
when the edge of reason reveals its truth
so tangible I reach out
I long to grab hold of the visions I see
capturing a sun's ray...impossible

a mad genius on the cusp of a breakthrough
the veil is drawn
I am without sight at the moment but I know
serendipities evolving in the golden dawn of reason
pen to paper I record what I witness

an ancient deity of the mists
she enters my being speaking mysteries
then at will departs

I ache for the wisdom of the eternities
with her loving cup,
she pours the agony of the unknown upon me
I twirl on the infernal doubt
real or imagined my mind expands
inside the nexus of understanding

the cosmos is endless
wrap your mind around this for a moment
we are ever-evolving as space is

on the spinning wheel of becoming
we dance on the thimble of the infinite
a tiny particle of dust
a star exploding with revelations