Autumn Ghosts In Amber...
I want to find the latchkeys of time,
Unlock the molasses of linear,
Burst into the circle of infinity,
And find the box of everything there is to know.
Today's radio dials don't glow 🌟 warmly as they used to do,
No humming tubes in the vapor of a haptic universe,
The binary of dualty mind-glued to our hands,
Filled with Autumn 🍁 ghosts caught in amber.
I tune in an ethereal channel,
Like a wind up ghost fairy,
Her voice mists through my ears and transports me,
Mazzy Star ⭐ ✨ is Fading,
Leaving me haunting the dimension of poetry and undermind.
I will slip on a drumbeat,
Fly onto a wall somewhere back in time,
Listen like a spy to the past-due plans of Pleadean gods...
Somewhere after the witching hour,
I will walk the land of dreams to a drumbeat,
Wandering eternity like a poet,
Dribling of words of the source,
This bare trickle that freezes up in the Winter hours of my mostly mundane life.
Mostly...
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 10/20/2024