VEILS OF SMOKE from the tiger's nest
celestial beings sleep in time
wrapped in the torrent of knowledge,
a true lifestream, with currents
that rise in song
The trees are flowing like cries of pleasure
tie the silver strands of your mind
and anchor to a wish
Breathe in the space of air
and see colours there are not
or ones that have been forgotten
Bring your mind to a standing still,
be her full upper lip,
the storm in her voice when she's silent,
just -
there
Returning to the fires of hope you smell burning flesh
And the celestials are as stone
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