Holographic?

Am I now becoming awake?
Am I now picking from out the air
The very essence of the divine?
The hidden is revealed, I sense,
In finding center in my self
Within, without, withal
To see and not see
Be and not be
Be alive.

What senses avail me mean all
Yet nothing
What imagination avails me…
That is questionable at best
But wherefore do I sense this now?
Is it the need for peace,
That need for balance,
That propels me ever forward in the same place?
Perhaps in all directions at once
Never leaving on point in the universe.
In one, all is found.

Dare I dream?
Or is dreaming counterproductive?
Be at peace
Be at ease
Be as nothing

I'm a Liger!?

Incoherence Thurz

Worming through the icy ground
Fertile infertile; gagged and bound
Evening crawls like so many scarabs
On the skin of the vestal scab
Taste it on your lips anon
Like the sentient soma
Abridging the aether in the act
Of hiding in the open forgotten facts
Soothsayer, clairvoyant
Can you read my mind from lofty heights?
Can you see my soul without fright?
Dare you?

Infantile
Facsimile
Asinine
Florid
Break me off a piece of lurid
Hoard it in the small of your back
Let it fester in the dark
Bring out for joyous occasions
Bring it out, for dark liaisons

Resolve
Obstinate
Obdurate
Opportune
Play on me another tune

Sleepless

Sleepless
No whispers, no noises, no pain
No anger, no sadness, no strain

Pointless
This rising each morning to
Become but a speck in the blue

Sleepless
Dreaming the dreary dreams
Pulling at the tattered seams