In time outtakes of silken pleasure ever lost

Slight focal points of crossing threads that never seem to get it all across

That fiber haunts you

And yet each meeting takes you further in

Each sharing subtle shades of

Light...Joy...the blinding of your eyes

The passion that relinquishes all being

Sharp...Flow...and nothing more to know

Perception is the essence of our seeing

Touch topographic tales inconsequential tones

Wrapped up in tragic triviality

The farce of fleeting copulation

The death we live by

And still each day the tick tock lilies bloom

And still each day I feel the

Time...Stream....dance tendrils of your mind

Caress my soul and call it forth to seeing

Fall...Fast...to emptiness at last

Deception is the essence of our being

Two touch and three are made

Animal's grunt and human beings come forth from dust

You can't trust your own eyes

You can't trust your own sighs

You can't trust your own wise musings....

But you do anyway...

Confusion is reality!

Slight angel dancer bamboo razor drawing blood

Give birth to butterflies of deepening maturity so radiant...

Or did I blink?

You know it's carpe diem laissez-faire

We grow immortal through the