psyche’s street lamp shines beneath the capricious crescent moon
this is where fluoresces passes
for an eruption of lava
like
creative
juices flowing
ignite
come and taste
the distillate of wisdom
soft forms transform into hard lances with colored tips
luminosity causes everything to boil uncontrollably
processes
aspire to multiple identities
all in solo exhibitions
coherence saved by deliberate incoherence
clay turns to mud
day turns to night
poetry mixing in metaphor
written out in neon
slowly surrender to the kiss
of visualization
a touch that redeems retreat
lost in a lover’s dream
can you dream?
beyond the brink of me
let us dream, as though dreams can come true