Sulfur

Standing in a field of overgrown flames,
looking around the ground not seen but sensed,
obscured to the sky by insatiable smoke -
to your right a burning hand slowly reaches out to
you from the fire silently offering it’s guidance.
Abstract corpses float in the blue sky above and filter light
beams as what sounds like the playing of duduk flutes or casts
pale shadows sentient enough to crawl around solid objects.
Adopting the form of an odd or even numbered shape to
survive in a realm tyrannized by the circle.
Our future’s eyes glowed an impossible red,
wildly well-groomed armed & merciless,
behaving themselves like patient predators.
Intuitive Institut of California – weaving baskets made of wind.
Everyone you see around you a black shadow except
for the clothing they wear.
A dog barks infinity.
A pitbull with three rows of shredding teeth and long hawk’s
wings begins to growl at you as it steps closer reading you with her
artificial eyes.
The desert temple with mazes in endless hallways and random
doorways that either lead you deeper into confusion and death
or outward toward consciousness and de-conditioning – all of this
manned by monks with the eyes of owls.
He laughed to himself as he quickly descended Bliss’s staircase.
Crystal obscurity.
(Skipping one vision I’ll never tell you.)
Neon violet cannibals sit meditating in the jungle mandala’s monstrous
and bellowing darkness + the blind night teeming with futile screaming +
slithering and seductive hissing + howling + cackling + heavy breaths and
footsteps that shake the earth + nocturnal concealment the night crowded
with vicious beasts + enclosing you seeing you the cannibals sitting
there lightly shining + stillness unconcerned as pyramids + homicidal focus
on oneness with sacred syllables.
The ocean a pale blue.
The photo was of her looking off into a calm light,
her head overshadowed by a halo of raven’s feathers.
The ruins escape me the ruins of me you your body of broken architecture.
Blurred speech.
The look of sadness in his eyes as the flower blossomed.
Wide transparent roads over dark canyons brewing green flame lead
into the spectral horizon.
A century of bloody palms guiding direction.
The now crater-faced pale moon called Earth orbits an astonishing
colorful eye.
A metropolis of flat-colored prisons, slim rectangular windows
starring out into a distant freedom.


A pause of brightness in the scenes of devastation.