Living in my cave alone
\nand wondering
\ncreation grabs
\nme, with its timeless hand
\ntransports me, me a simple man
\nfrom what is early time
\ninto a realm
\nI dare not understand<\/p>\n
most are downing raptor’s
\nand eating them
\nand, I spend my days
\nscrawling on the rocks
\nand now I have this geode
\nall the colours of the rainbow
\nlike a pterodactyl’s wings
\nit sort of rocks! <\/p>\n
it was lying on the earth
\nand I just tripped over it
\npicked it up
\na kaleidoscope of light
\nan iridescence, a spectral
\nemanation,
\na manifestation
\nthat glorified my sight <\/p>\n
somehow, I could grasp
\na kind of axiom and see
\ninto the future and beyond
\nI stared at it, for me
\nmy eyes transfixed
\nupon it
\nreally all I saw
\na new dimension
\nout beyond the clouds
\nI could not ignore
\nfrom my desert cave
\nor where ever
\nthe suns rays
\nthe moon’s gaze
\nmade me feel
\na gleam
\na beam
\ndid seem
\nnow so remarkable
\na cave man was experiencing
\nthe real<\/p>\n
moment when his true
\nperception grew in time
\nand there a vision
\nsat in her boudoir
\nstaring at a mirror
\napplying her eye liner
\nthrough vast aeons
\nclearly, so so far
\na pale face
\npretty nails
\nand hair extensions
\nred and lilac and
\nsome strands of gold
\nshimmering like the
\npatterns on the water
\nwhen the lemons are infused
\nand kind of hold
\na majesty of colour
\non the surface
\na skin of oil
\ntransforms and bends the eye
\nand there she sat
\napplying warm mascara
\nand putting on her leggings
\noh God why!<\/p>\n
clearly I could not so
\ncome to terms with what I saw
\nan entity, a vision
\na wondrous form
\nunsure
\na rocket man
\nnow able to fly into the sky
\ninstead of grubbing in the sand
\nand actually wondering why
\nher leggings were a shimmer
\nwere they protection for
\nsolar penetration
\nor possibly much more
\nwhatever, I was drawn
\nto her
\nshe lit up
\nall I saw
\ntransporting me
\nin ecstasy
\nlike some huge
\nadvanced claw
\ndragging me through
\naeons of time
\nwhich I allowed
\nin her arms
\nI was passive
\njust simply over powered
\nby her wisdom and her beauty
\nit took my breath away
\nbut at no time did I fret, at all
\njust beside her I did lay<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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