Bilateral - Firmament

Structure, built alchemical.

A shadow of the singular,

Just as Heaven reflects the Earth

A mound of Miracles to offer —

A mind as deep as any waters

Timid, I approach the other

and I show her what I brought her,

it’s a world inside another,

Surely a miracle

Out of Mister Rogers Neighborhood

A ruckus consult a guide or blind your eyes

On a Magic Carpet Ride

From Walgreens aisles

Good golden Atlas came from a dream of mine

And said to come again when I can stay a little longer,

And stick around for Mister Rogers.

And so we ride the buttock of Babylon into orgasm.

Breathe deeply be free my lover.

And as the sun would set so streaks my subconscious

Into copper colored waning sky

And the deepening blue of the night,

And as the Sun would rise

I’ll awake and your eyes

Into golden morning light

As I shrug away the night.

When faced with death my ego stands

And shouts into an empty place

I know that this is all there is and ever was.

He hoped the world might come together

If taken in and torn to pieces

And fit into the shape of something better.

And as the sun would set so streaks my subconscious

Into copper colored waning sky

And the deepening blue of the night,

And as the Sun would rise

I’ll awake and your eyes

Into golden morning light

As I shrug away the night.

To all lower high mammals

I utter a remark

To Hold Your Head higher

Your spine will be straightened,

Your wallowing days in the mud

Sink far behind you

Your brains grow in size

And might make you some money.