It was all a Dream

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



sprinkled with
crafty circumlocution;
did I get that backwards?



psychopath phoenix
paralyzed in plumes
of black smoke:

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

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

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