Though The Body Sleeps

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Though the body sleeps, The mind awakes Memories returned Restored Thus explain the quest which gnaws For nothing can explain That which is Yet never is the same Unfolding flower, silent stem Heaven encompassed by galaxies far flung like stars themselves Encompassed by Prometheus unbound As madness in the mind resounds, rebounds Across the frontiers of thought Upon the barrier which thought Erects upon the stage Scaffolded ego borne to raise Man to that which he was afore he fell With knowledge in fateful flight Upon Achylian heels of stolen light Waves oh so fair Was the girl with the golden hair Whose locks unlocked the gates of time Unfolding in her arms divine The love staged scaffold mine Eye doth meet as I reflect the I I meet In dream where that which is Doth not seem To be yet is The universe which lives Within the mind Wandering, silent, blind whilst housed in words Sconced to dwell in thought For what the mind beholds Is nought But rambling pathways taught With briar and snag Overgrown thickets, abandoned mines Where others worked to construct Pyramids amidst the huts In which dwell still Peasants as they their land do till For indeed ‘tis from the earth that all is raised To consciousness which springs forth In every life which rings Encompass, bear, for all is Sacred, Holy, Fair Ephemeral as air Borne words portray The beauty unfolding day by day As bullets hail and bombs destroy whilst women wail

The scaffolded ego projects Its own hallucinations, rejects The other, whose taste and ways be strange, foreign Though of the same earth made To battle, journey bound, ego-clad upon the ground To his tomb of silent sound echoing underground Dust midst ashes spent, mixed For a candle is both fat and wick Worth nought Without the flame to light A knowledge of the universe in flight Flung words, unbounded thought Unbridled, wrought In Sanscrit, Hieroglyphs, Oriental arts All of which uplift The scaffold borne In words worn Man’s nakedness to hide The derision decried By the mob which lynch The reflection of the light they pinch Themselves in awe Of the open timbered door framed light Casting shadows beyond the night Socrates the hemlock supped Unlocking the hem he tupped O’er the goblet, drained Life’s lees legless gained Immortality amongst the gods And men he shamed With the egoless words unframed In wisdom housed Yet blamed For seeking to destroy The ideas which boy Shore up the state Of ignorance and hate Yet be Man’s fate To avoid through art Expressing that beauty in existence recognised Wrought, taught, in teachings still Parabelled upon the hill Oft’ trod In dream, escape, illusion hails Awaking Quails, men shy From asking why not try outwit the word by wit pose The instant whilst all flows, sooth, is, Yet love’s union lives to grow And in the growing, sew, so, so

Watt Waits, awaits, still Born silence springs To mind on wings of fantasy far flung, outspread, to roam the paths of wisdom fled In words hued in the matter read In awe struck silence, bred To nourish dreams, hallucinated in the screams Of chambers gassed, whilst madness flashed Through the state of Denmark’s hate And lust for revenge to avenge the slight The ego bore Another spectre, as of yore Fantastic imaginings, unbound, unhinged yet float Through air-borne waves and wood-moats of dust which pass The shafted reflection ‘pon the glass Which once was raised To bear man’s hope throughout his days Evolved from apes by language trained Enslaved to serve, enlisted, with compassion seek To help all, yet remain meek, reserved, In spirit speak the word which weights Beyond the other’s gates As he observes the witness heard Tell his tail Of woe set sail upon the sea of madness sprung In the number rung, dialled, in vain, The pips remain, by breeding changed, To fit in to the picture framed Upon the wall which crumbles beneath us all With the wait echoed silence beyond the freight Forwarded through the mist to the instant which is Revealed in the glimpse we field Stumped, for choice is lumped Into one Where in deed do we belong To give to all to share, to live.

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