Cosmic Truths hang
breastlike. Energy gathers.
Merging, they droop,
pregnant with power,
begin slowly to circle
counterclockwise,
twisting, turning,
revolving, reeling,
casting spinoffs into the
brainstream.
In this tri-state of
mother, son and holy
go-between, charged with
electric lace
enlightenment,
the aware-plane
gyrates,
wobbles.
Concept's
blur-
blinding
tip
vacuuming cranial cavities, sucks
up a musty broomstraw of
discarded thought, and impales it
on, into and through the steel alls of
consciousness, leaving an idea
lodged in the mind's eye.
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