Inanimate, ethereal and timeless
impalpable, substantial, aerial and spineless
Lyrical in its temperament, poetic in its everlasting vow
But oh how can we begin to see what can never be tasted or touched
In mystery and in awe, the ineffable, the empyrean and the divine
No ordinary emotion, a transcendent conception of imaginary time
Yet there is no mind that can quite understand the divinity
There is no caress, no cuddling, no fondling or even an incorrupt abating kiss
Still radiant in its energy, rippling in its extraterrestrial ethereal overflow
For the virility defies the senses in a wave of thoughts and unexpressed words
Mystical vibrations in the undertow, intimation, indication, aura and current
But for someone who can somehow conceive of perfection, at least in the abstract, there is a floating bridge, a road, a cul-de-sac that extends outward
into a fissure, a gulf, an early supplementary meantime charade
Serenity may exist when tactile sensation is suspended or in its nadir
fever so formidably parlayed
Because perceptive people cannot be entrapped in what might be an objective state,
hegemony for the rich, bodies as spiritless self-serving pigs
Look for something more, the insensate, the celestial, the intangible and the grave,
endurable concepts provide form, but within the emptiness, sustenance, loneliness,
a vacant image for all to confess
On the edge we may conjure a contour, a configuration, a complimentary rudimentary design
illusory film, a constant to be read but in the vast open spaces nourishment
away from any material ethnocentric, egocentric, maneuvering warheads
Absence with false figure but within a sphere, a realm into the unknown, colorless,
indeterminate shapeless and baggy, wisdom without turpitude, no baseness,
no vitiation or mindless refined depravity
Untouched, fresh, an absolute but animated swing into the precipitating Karnack woods
Treeless in its epiphany, arboreal in saddle and sight, one more trip for an adventurous rider into the macular, effervescent carbonated night
Dissolute faith is soon to expand into a phantom, a soul or a shadow, eidolon for deception and fantasy, illusion in an apparition and pipe dream, vagary pine
in a wind-blown chime, inaudible music in a nursery rhyme
For anyone who has the courage, the interstice or lacuna has a marked opportunity
to put himself within the rhythm of the void, the cadence, the downbeat,
the metre and the lilt
A plethora of movement in a capricious dream, metaphysics for the motley,
convictions for the patently absurd
impalpable, substantial, aerial and spineless
Lyrical in its temperament, poetic in its everlasting vow
But oh how can we begin to see what can never be tasted or touched
In mystery and in awe, the ineffable, the empyrean and the divine
No ordinary emotion, a transcendent conception of imaginary time
Yet there is no mind that can quite understand the divinity
There is no caress, no cuddling, no fondling or even an incorrupt abating kiss
Still radiant in its energy, rippling in its extraterrestrial ethereal overflow
For the virility defies the senses in a wave of thoughts and unexpressed words
Mystical vibrations in the undertow, intimation, indication, aura and current
But for someone who can somehow conceive of perfection, at least in the abstract, there is a floating bridge, a road, a cul-de-sac that extends outward
into a fissure, a gulf, an early supplementary meantime charade
Serenity may exist when tactile sensation is suspended or in its nadir
fever so formidably parlayed
Because perceptive people cannot be entrapped in what might be an objective state,
hegemony for the rich, bodies as spiritless self-serving pigs
Look for something more, the insensate, the celestial, the intangible and the grave,
endurable concepts provide form, but within the emptiness, sustenance, loneliness,
a vacant image for all to confess
On the edge we may conjure a contour, a configuration, a complimentary rudimentary design
illusory film, a constant to be read but in the vast open spaces nourishment
away from any material ethnocentric, egocentric, maneuvering warheads
Absence with false figure but within a sphere, a realm into the unknown, colorless,
indeterminate shapeless and baggy, wisdom without turpitude, no baseness,
no vitiation or mindless refined depravity
Untouched, fresh, an absolute but animated swing into the precipitating Karnack woods
Treeless in its epiphany, arboreal in saddle and sight, one more trip for an adventurous rider into the macular, effervescent carbonated night
Dissolute faith is soon to expand into a phantom, a soul or a shadow, eidolon for deception and fantasy, illusion in an apparition and pipe dream, vagary pine
in a wind-blown chime, inaudible music in a nursery rhyme
For anyone who has the courage, the interstice or lacuna has a marked opportunity
to put himself within the rhythm of the void, the cadence, the downbeat,
the metre and the lilt
A plethora of movement in a capricious dream, metaphysics for the motley,
convictions for the patently absurd
