2010
08.08

A dream?

I walk the streets, it is dark, but I have a map. I go to every point. At the end there is a fountain. I look up and watch the sun rise directly over and I am in the desert, naked again. The sun feels hotter this time. I can feel every pore on my body realease beads of sweat and their traces run the length of every nerve and absorb into the air. The hairs on my body stand on end as I see the tree again. Again I find the old man but he looks younger than before. I sit and wait as the sun races across the sky, its last breath is the split of the atom. Every color of the spectrum is released and settles over everything. There is no moon tonight and the stars shine so bright they shower us in trillion year light.
He looks directly at me and speaks:
” I am of this earth as I am of you,
From the split they form a new,
A mirror world, a shadow space
They come together in one place
The rings’ hum forms the door,
the key is what your looking for
an answer lies in desert skies,
the way to find be not with eyes.
A man stands near Gerlach
I walk the streets, it is dark, but I have a map. I go to every point. At the end there is a fountain. I look up and watch the sun rise directly over and I am in the desert, naked again. The sun feels hotter this time. I can feel every pore on my body realease beads of sweat and their traces run the length of every nerve and absorb into the air. The hairs on my body stand on end as I see the tree again. Again I find the old man but he looks younger than before. I sit and wait as the sun races across the sky, its last breath is the split of the atom.
manstands
Every color of the spectrum is released and settles over everything. There is no moon tonight and the stars shine so bright they shower us in trillion year light.
He looks directly at me and speaks:
” I am of this earth as I am of you,
From the split they form a new,
A mirror world, a shadow space
They come together in one place
The ring’s hum forms the door,
the key is what your looking for
an answer lies under desert skies,
the way to find be not with eyes.
A man stands on Black Rock sands