hiccup

gleaning from fact and fiction
with visions of past events
Sacred art is understanding
wealth of knowledge is what I crave

Putting away earthly things
The dark appears, and I look in
It is all around us

my star records are in the heavens
memories locked in code
lest they be discovered

Mortal touch is disavowed
divinity in the flesh is graced
within the numerals is the key
a bit of math, and the information comes pouring in

past happenings and the future in collision with time
There is no fate when fact can be derailed
countered with honesty

stir the doubt and behold
that visions descend like mist
Open your mind and see

the vast is present
willingly commingling with the mortal
Let your thoughts flow

channel your own star records
dreams will come
without a hiccup