of a Metaphysical Rut

of strangulating dreamholds and vanishing stars

This is an entry on mine auto-exorcism.

To pace my words in this fashion, unabated; touching wild dreams in the daylight of living -

I pass beyond sentences, unceremoniously forged on the tip of my tongue.

No relics of wisdom, no pearls of incandescent fluidity remain; a quiescent falls upon the cityscape..

Dividing a single Gate -

Sundering effortlessly, the manifold estates

of my mind,

I walk, somnambulistic, ambulatory -

a softly tiptoeing nothingness,

the starlights, congratulatory ;

tipping their tophats as cosmic laws sit unburdened on the throne of gods

but where do starlights go?

to where dreams fall that no man knows.

I am emptied for now.