Soften me
with a temperment
align me
with a haunt

I shake the collective dust off
as I pull myself aware
into a discovered weather
turning a mattered head
with or without loss

Travel in reality
in a sphere of contemplative natures
as decisiveness changes
and truth mellowly passes
between the clouds
like sunbeams mixing with frost

Each deadened vessel
comes alive
beyond this world
and masses the debutaunt

The victim's pleasure
gathering all things
into a glass icon

It breaks open a lot
as a plastic doorway
hardened against what's not

But there is lack in an answer
which could set one aflame
so do we just die in god?

There is an eye for the careless
as this drags me out of innocence
and casts me into a plot

The science of disaster displays me
in an ambiguous scene
cleansing away abnormalities
with love
and the stead

So I survive the blackest memory
and the darkened sufferings
and exchanges
lifting myself out of curses
and the chains that would keep me down in the pit
or sick on a bed

Yellow distractions
do more than just light the way
for this ever present dream
and hollow point of grace

I am dragged into incompletion
and completion by a solo trance

If only this shadow
would encompass my entire being
in all spheres and dimensions
to deliver me from the to and fro
that exists between the good and evil
of the moment and eternity

Try to light a lamp
and come out alive
out from beneath the halo'd vision
where truth is more than lies
though the importance of spiritism dies