Vision of an Atemporal Connection

It was just this morning,

This morning with it's apple-juice eye,

When I clung by my toenails to a cracked-stone wall,

Threw my arms out behind my hair,

medusa hair,

Smiled into the hurricane and

whispered

hawthorne whispered razorblade whispered

soothingly whispered

"Take me..."

Now it is twilight,

heavy-breath twilight,

And the silence has woken which has slept since the

second

God-kiss second

the universe was born.

The edges of leaves and the tips of the grass slip

in and out of definition,

The wind is the only real thing in this

moment,

sweet-delerium moment.

I am a girl in this

moment

who never was alive before and

never shall be again.

There's a boy back home,

A falcon-feather boy,

Whose ocean-bottom aura is streaked with

dragonfire.

I see his spirit dancing,

Phoenix-eyes laughing,

And down inside he's asleep in his passion.

He brushes dark waters with a

razorblade whisper,

"Take me..."

Lifts up his heart on his fingertips,

Thrusts it down into his phoenix-fire soul,

Turns,

Burns,

And smiles.

And within this secret-delirium moment,

His flaming-soul smile is whisked on the wind,

On the only real thing,

To set my spirit aflame.

The rest of humanity,

solid humanity,

logical humanity,

Falls comatose in consistancy,

While this poet-plague rushes, it flows to us all,

All the girls who never shall be again,

All the boys asleep in their passion,

Bohos, hippies, outcasts, freckling the world,

All we who dwell in this moment of not,

Dream-fed delirium,

Death-fed delirium,

Whispering into the crackling,

straining with everything,

bursting-with-emptiness souls,

"Take me..."

Then, as the universe crashes in over us,

Collapses in over us,

Silent-sweet apocalypse,

Nobody notices.