The fly

Descended at night,

Propeller wings spinning,

Steel blades slicing amidst

The fragments of the night,

As the light descended

Into the Dream.

 

Light

 

Burying a mind

Hot burning piercing,

Disarming the hand,

With the eyes…

 

Beneath the arched domed roof,

Winged buffalo with turquoise eyes and crystal tusks

Aimed the bow holding cupid’s arrow

At the warrior’s heart...

 

Stepping upon cloud dancing,

In the wind the arrow flew.

 

With desire lost the body lay famished

Upon silver wings of change.

 

There was no protection

In the probing of other worlds,

Seeking to discover a hidden wealth.

 

 

 

Conscious matters, booties of substance

Taken on the field by a force of strength.

 

Ten thousand eyes peered through one

 

From the inside out and outside in

The mission was inescapable

 

Life was to be lived

 

On Seizure day.