It was all a Dream

Dream walkin’
through jive talkin’
fools.
why can
we
not see?
love
is a labor lost
on fearful
and weak fools.

 
disjointed
circumambulations
sprinkled with
crafty circumlocution;
or
did I get that backwards?

psychopath phoenix
paralyzed in plumes
of black smoke:
S.O.S.

why return
to the more of the same…
you know:
that ole bullshit?

because,
my friend,
inside of you,
and inside of me…
inside every true human being
is an ember
of truth –
a spark of the divine.

let the inferno build
and purify.
like the false light at dawn’s break,
may the Morningstar point the way