vine of the soul

Light, like water, is a child of infinity, the eternal, and yet, self contained. Prismatic, refracted, bending, tearing, flowing. Matrices, grids, textures, nets, mosaics, fields, celestial tapestries, distillation of the sun, fluid rainbows outpours, bounding tempests, linchpin of the world. Having tasted life and death. The rot and life spiral through my unseen body, laughing visages lining the walls of sleep appearing and receding into the bejewelled depths, plunging further, freefalling, weightless, breathing whale like . . shifting, consumed by the light, submerged in electric caresses brilliant flames racing across your skin, failing, rejoining earth. . crazy rainbow, mad hopes