They sliced though the populous night
As whirly and dervish
As the end of time itself
Flinging their child's fancies
Through endless poorly patched rips
In the curtains of man's mind
Sliced to the core of sight
They burnt unbuildable bridges
Woven of bear-dream
And dragon-fang-faces-east
Herbal inevitability and danced
On their burning impossibles until
Falling to invincible reality firm under foot
They fell into light
The faded the fine timeline
Of the one true dream
Shattering bodies of rust and makebelieve
Weathervanes in tidal cascading freedom
Ghosts of solidity
And true knowledge triumphant
They flew away from thought
Of memories
Of any of the populous night
As whirly and dervish
As the end of time itself
Giving knives to the night
Dancing steel time broken and bent
I enjoy your phrasing and the emotion you put forth in your work... a poet's poet. Thanks for sharing.
charming poem