A TESSERACT'S WINGS

Freedom built out of long riverbends
A hypercube bursting out of being
Embracing charcoal reflections
Burned from red blue impressions
From a childhood of feeling
Adulthood mindful heart childlike reeling
...an assembly of mysterious yellow rejections
Built from faulty traditions...beheading rotten
statues of a times without honor

Canceling credit for my charred remains
Smashing crystal balls into feathered headbands
Rowing a rocket into a random and senseless universe,
God doesn't make the world this way--
We do. Can we all have spent time as whores
in weird and golden lives?
Did we look into microscopes of our old photographs
of star dust after their anticlimactic reports?
Finding a muse with prismatic sight
Perceiving time in loving dimensions;
Don't let her get further away,
My sweet I'll be there in 5...

...blinded, trodden on and bleeding
stigmata to stamp a dreamer to death
unless he becomes a butterfly quickly
without rest,
There is only danger in false reflections,
Pools goverened by Pilate's secret police~~
Pretending without listening--always their cruelest punchline...
Defying lethargic laws of entropy,
Jumping off a cliff to save our lives;
Societie's velvet fool with a most benevolent smile
Garnering hopeful release