Collapsing-Candles

Dimly lit, chamber of modern stone, I roam,
ceremonial robe, a cloak of tobacco smoke  
exuded plumed-permeating the tomb like room, spiraling  
a circle/circling a spiral, enlivening my darkening eyes  
 
Setting upon you in storm-clouded skies.
 
Flush with the rush of levels of lashes, layered  
into stratified/ratified lines -aligned,  
an order of chaos, your skin begins:  
Odyssey of rhapsody, painted in pain and pleasure  
gauged in collapsing-candles
 
As the only incremental measure.
 
A timelessness of treasure  
Finding the time  
Accounting line by line in felt-welts
Climbed up your spinal
Spiral staircase: Ascension from dimension to dimension.