June 14, 2012

  • Making Magik

    the universe has been this shadow

    an insomniac's weary eyes

    watching us like a snow owl hunting

    the skeletons of putrid mice

     

    and may the eye now make this magic 

    we question all that's known or true

    like drunken amnesiacs wake up 

    screaming for the memories of how and whom 

     

    and don't we all begin

    in the sun light's jaundiced dew

    footsteps enter a doorway

    glimpse an infinite timeline

    pass into an infinite moon

     

    we're making it magik

    making it magik

     

    we're making magik

    making magik

     

    the sun

    was rising

    and i 

    could breathe

    its warmth

    as the fabrics

    of

    my being

    became one

    like a God-like

    meaning

    we

    are

    one in birth

    and death 

    but we must

    wake together

    to the light that's

    beaming

    gleaming

    thru

    our hearts

    meaning

    we

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