Oh so now you have awakened
and it's not what you wanted,
pray tell what you wanted,
if not this awkward squawk
smack in front of your face;
pie in the sky and a cherry in the eye
beyond time and space.
No, you're not a disgrace.
Love as you know it is a dead deal,
a dialogue with a demigod...
who is not for real.
No big deal.
I faced that fog and met myself,
gray and misty on a bus to nowhere.
It was real.
Show yourself, I screamed...or so it seemed.
The bus careened around the streets with screaming
and terror and a drama complete. One part of me knew so well
that we are really completely drawn to a life of hell.
Oh well.
I was honored and revered for all my ridiculous fear.
The bus stop was my bed, warm and cosy with a buzzing
in my head. A nightmare of a misty and musty old fog...
but there was nothing to say or nothing to hide, I chose
to partake of this incipient smog.
In the early morning, under the stars... Orion, Pleiades
and Venus and Mars.
I inhaled the smoke of the dream as it came, woke up, thought awhile... and blew it out hard. Come and get me while I dance and I sing... a song, that I learned long ago.
It got nuttin' to do wid a hollow wood bling.
Fog is gray and a mysterious kind, better than black or white if you're unsure of the box... grey is a hound chasing the fox.
A vixen... a flower, as lethal as foxglove. Take it off slow...
one finger or petal at a time. The fog will clear, a heart will quicken,
the gray will morph to colors in time; a sun dog is barking
as the colors entwine.
Blow Gabriel glow... he is a woman, ya know?
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