thoughts from the furnace

dreams of the various skins

that G-d walks around in

beauty permeates perception

striving against sin

so i too can be perfect again

constantly rebooting

back to the beginning

flame

but sometimes

i

have to scream out in pain

my heart

selfish

has to complain

my mind

knows

i am vain

slap my face

once i am awake

reality is only real

in my dreams

the gate

is a revolving door

hidden

in theta waves

images mirror

paradisaical horror

perceptions donned like seasonal fruit


cyclical and sublime

void without time

blood forms in suit
or
wondering stars

consonant abode

determines eternity

slavery

to duality

functionality

aspirations

applications

paradox abound

wisest confound

those who have ears

sound