Universe, give bliss to the moon, this ink & this water, my mind and my visionquest. Amon.

Listen (ear)
to the ticking clock (hand gone by).
The monsters of your daydreams
will give to you as flowers (lilies on a gentle hill).

Your feet are immersed in water (indigo)
and your eyes are closed (indigo).

An eye blinks back at me (the whole surface becomes the iris)
and a beam of light flashes from? or through? it (energy).

The full moon is tapped on a pyramid, it breaks
and lets out the yoke of human climax
raining forth, and onto earth.
The side it faces is struck by colour,
intense & dimensional (all these things happen).

Large statements will come from little eyes
(an insect almost swallows me)
and you will see the grace of sympathy.

Hear what the people say!
You may ask further questions now.

I ask of romance.

I see a man at first with his back towards me,
raising his arms with intense energy
looking out at the gorgeous view
standing at the top of a mountain!
I know he is screaming with delight.
Finally he turns and, still with excitement,
comes towards me.
I am left with the topical vision of this
elevated land.

My next love will bite my mouth off.
His breath blows through my lips
and as he does so
spirit-energy exits my eyes.
He is a beautiful man,
but he is filled with sorrow.
It eats his flesh & he sits there,
peacefully.

I look back to see the moon again.
She has many words for me.