LIGHTING THE PASS

Angels of the Undertow Deep within this faded earth Microscopic echoes carve wings in the walls of time, Etching impossibility In fissures deep, beyond the reach Of tiny lithe spelunkers wrought in wriggling contortions, Darkness sparks in shades of black Deep within this faded earth Spectral creatures of extrasensory perception Dream illuminetic dreams In the very void of sunless chasms, Farther from grasp than a bat's poignant pinging, Sight itself defies conception Deep within this faded earth The off imagined figures of fractal appetite Manifest in factual forms In the pure pressure of ceaseless night Desires bloom, whispering of whims unwitnessed. Fading auroras linger here Deep within this faded earth Descending water droplets on the brink of understanding Hesitate in refracted joy In the embrace of compression Unseen dreams of cosmos spark bright in utter gloom Creating space where none exists Deep within this faded earth Creation exists in the phantasms of the unwitting Ignored by all, yet existing still

Mystic Vision Mystic dreams born of cosmos. Ghosts of essence, of faded glory, rise from the sainted depths of chasms deep. From deep within a sunless world in knowledge caught and bound to form -- The whispered whim of fractured thought ruptures here, upon the frame. Upon the pane of clarity; breaking forth to burst in brilliance iridescent globes of spirit reality once, till cast asunder, Now forgotten, they waft away In refracted twilight on eve of day