(12:52 pm)
Opium he thinks
As words and melody kiss---
In parts of the mind reserved for…
This.
She speaks to him in silence
The mute’s soliloquy
The hermits’ conversation
Souls crystallized into letters
Become words that breathe.
He remembers
The third party,
The moon
Watches unblinkingly
Greedily
And they all take knowingly
Willingly
Tensions hide in—
The crevasses of the night
And the darkness heaves
With breaths inhaled
Syllables paint silver streaks across ebony skies
Sleep comes masked as death
Dreaming is the gestation
The day is born
In a haze of happiness
The wait for the moons’ return becomes Tantric
