“Maps in Space”
The summer’s
heat…Soaking Wet
My mind recoils
to something dead
As I wade
through the mine fields
I connect the
dots in space
Impressions seep…deep in thought
Astral travels,
the mind gets lost
Pagan rituals
soothe the mainstream
As the queen
remodels the door
Different views…I can’t see
Trapped in 3rd
person, so hard to breathe
Blackness crawls
through the valleys deep
And the angels
continue to war
Forest screams…sheltered beast
Jesus hand, the
winds are ceased
Lightning calls,
the hidden paths restored
As the king
remodels the door
Kingdom come…thy will be done
Satan scoffs…the shepherds run
Trumpets sound,
sounds of armor clash
I connect the
dots in space
The leopards
speak…cheetah’s dance
The image blurs
the shamans’ trance
The castle
echoes, sunlight sets the tone
I digress in
life alone….
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