in complete dissociation
invisible mosaics dancing
in a netted pattern
rests as the surface
of everything
falling like a veil -
over the crystal ball
my body is now part
as a branch of a mighty
dreaming tree
with its roots illuminated
from within
where fairy-tale like creatures
live in cities of tube-like
labyrinths hidden away from
the deceit and obligations
of man they translate the
slow flowing melancholy
of the blackest tar
from a nightmarish realm
into the pixiedust
the forever blessed rider of nirvana
in the heavens cups in his hand
and in his heroin-like dream
in an intoxicating dance like way
sprinkles
to water and nurture the exact spot
which once unfolded itself
and made a channel
between two lovers
which empty space
mirrored each others negative shape
the sunflowers first thought
every morning
is a tear
falling through the universe
in all directions at the same time