isis highway

isis highway road Notes:
the man said
go to the sufi house.
from the train, to the tent of the
gypsy songstress, to the house of the sufi.
to the house of the farmer,
to the house of the scholar.
running the highway priestess way out.

seeking to be liberated from all painted face.
running from all location of the dream.

could you know the realms traversed once gone
the nature of goneness, was not knowing
the treacherous
highways. driving thru ice
pyramids thru
blurred glass unable to see in the night.
the disintegration
of light evaporating from the body.
the wielding thru bear and
deer. walking the night path & scenes
like doctor benway motifs.
the isis highway. crawling
along the roadside searching for the one white rope
on the right.

searching for the protector. maternal. full of milk.
what had evaporated
from the dream was the realm of the angel, child, & flight.
the ladder burned to the other world
where together we lived. in the realm of
innocence.

thru his warmth & breath, man-palm, his imagination combined
with her isis oracle blue arrow. storm shelter. the way. that spun. arrow entwining crown, woven thru lillies & the rings of saturn
& the rays of night
rainbows that came tumbling around our
little wrists, waists entwining us out from darkness and thrust up into
cloud. pink.
smear. did he know. feeling down the highway in the dark.

weidling thru ice and rain & blur. the intricacies of goneness. the nights writhing. did he possess secrets that could remake life. It wasn’t a fever. it was
flight. with the rainbow wings clipped
& ash. all ash.

to mourn what is still alive.

try.

soul won’t be deceived

ceremonies, rituals, altars, tears,
purified the
magician’s
vanishing acts
disappearance
tricks

yet

the flower steady on the vine.

a fool trusts the eye
perceiving mere appearances
the stalk brown
in winter
we know
to return
peonic & electric

exploding
pollen

bloom
even death,
not the end