Surrounded by circles of debris
Made glorious by reflected sunshine
The moon's pull warps me into a pulsing dance
Thunderstorms from ground to clouds sweep out into space
Glowing and flowing wheels within wheels of electrodynamic fields

Like seven Kundalini circles overlapping
All the way down to the loins where life is reborn.
Oceans of life within an ocean is an ocean itself.

Dancing to the swaying tides of Poseidon's palace.
Recirculating within and above
as in the internal tides of each living microcosmos

A higher tide of wind is but another aromatic ocean

Like the waves surfing through space carrying the royal jelly of super novas.

Beyond these lie other seas
rarely seen
in a place of mind
omnipresent
where nothing becomes something
And something virtually disappears

leaving what others call real
the train pulls into the station.

waking, I join the mulling crowd.


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