awake in someone else’s dream,
the sun does not rise...
it never has! earth spins to laud thee
-dawn points her rosy finger,
dawn a call fixed to prime.
another day, another storm,
another melancholy alarm
counts down seven breviary hours,
awake in someone else’s dream.
the sun does not set...
it never has! earth turns away
-dusk’s harp begins to sing.
dusk’s dark stridulating scream
cries with crickets for a conscience
-fountainhead songs in short nocturn.
seven treelined streets bespoke in language universal.
dots and ties on the staff play our pre-birth sojourn.
-light -heat -gravity -natural mechanisms,
sun, and the moon has four more reasons,
the last miraculous seventh sign, the omen-
divine appointment -day -hours and sacred seasons.
listen... hear the scream?
sun pulsates its vexations,
heed the seven maven cadence
wide awake in someone else’s dream...at matins.
written words told of this release.
gold flows from Ophir, raining in September
eyes of olden, phi of perceptronium,
form particle patterns matter must remember.
dusk- the darkest stage of twilight in the evening,
dusk settles on souls’ quantum entanglement.
illuminating tympanic forever at the quantum edge,
dawn is caught out on the seventh ledge.
the harbinger of prophecy hill feeds on hearts
thrown vibrating in quantum beats.
crime surges in waves of violent evil. without the Zohar
to excise, we stamp our feet.
dusk folds at six, twelve, and eighteen,
scattering hearts in amplituhedron.
love, the last jewel in the siren’s twistor,
7 lost in light on the final horizon.
dawn to dusk, dusk to dawn dance
on skies of alabaster.
a jump, a twirl, a swirl,
the walker walks between worlds
trumpeting the jubilee
-enlightened
in someone else’s scream.
seven profound erasures, revisions of satan,
wide awake in someone else’s dream...at matins.
