Harmony’s dream

Buzzsaw’d mountains speak—
Door locked—rim of yellow light beneath—
The last savoring sight—
Til breath itself ceases.

Voice traveled like moon beam—
Snow flakes sprinkled o’re body—
Persistent plume–one string untuned—
A new kind of heartbeat.

Cosmos shrinking down on me—
Blue swallowing whole—impaling my bones—
While the tune continues landing—

One gallant thrust—
Sucked through a hose like dust—
Towards the dense center where pores
Find mates within the white crest of sun—

Gorged by mesmerized force—
Dead, I’m sure—

I swear I’m laughing
To be floating finally

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