Lattice Sight

Bedroom slowly succumbs to the murky delusions,
phantom crossroads are reached between figment and touch,
inside the hand ethereal, numinous collector of sacred scenes,
grabs the spirit's throat
and drags it down the rabbit hole to one's private revere Wonderland.

Murmurs of reoccurring mirage mammoths
stomp in resonating vibes across the azure hued fields of luminosity,
when an inner revealing drum, in cadence with the heart,
beats its own rhythm upon ascending terraces of poignancy.

Stairs are built in the diaphanous layers
where the mind floats upon a rivulet of mystically molten sagacity,
swallowing reality and truth beneath a wave of epiphany riptides.

Essence suddenly feels the tremors of profound
among the abstract artistry of dancing metaphors
waltzing their majesty to an enigma's symphony.

Blend and blur of conscience are twins in focus
as a translucent lattice rises from the mind's eye
leading to an eternal glimpse of sunrise
which is clustered with its vines of lucid and ominous erudite grapes
uttering a strange, yet spellbound chortle of awakening.

It all is fog, of pure rapture lingering in the bones,
vortexes of ecstasy suck at the veins,
bringing heaven into the ephemeral stroke of life's birth pangs,
consumed by a redemption of flawless clarity,
where body truly meets soul in oneness.