05-08-2021, 07:10 AM
Rewrite:
A Mystic Journey
By Matthew Smith
I awake to a mystery,
walking along a majestic sea of crystal glass
a dolphin leaping out of the blue
a white gloved hand beckoning me,
turning me into a wide-eyed, speckled wanderer
a grand spiral staircase coming forth
Heaven-sent
the hand points and turns as if a clock
“Ascend,” it says.
I yield and obey.
Where am I going?
I am nudged by my new friend.
The steps bleed together
My legs grow tired.
I don’t want to climb anymore.
I peer to my side.
What if I jumped?
I am nearly faint of heart, gasping.
One final step and I'm out of breath.
Suddenly - a doorway
I collapse against the wood
breathing.
Instinctively, my hand wanders the semi-large keyhole
- A peek inside reveals an entire universe.
I look to my gloved friend but there is no response.
My heart is jumping wildly.
Observing, I wonder?
I place my wet, sweaty fingers into the hole,
fingering for a moment.
Like a boy’s first intimate encounter in a schoolyard.
Yes. there it is. A latch.
I grab the trigger like it is a dick,
my moist, hot hands on this makeshift stick,
and with a click, a release.
Something like oil dripping.
The door is ajar now, revealing glowing light
Entering, the glove is removed
Revealing a dove
She says, "I am spirit and I am breath of your flesh.
I give you permission to dwell in both realms now.”
She flies away, leaving a swirl of colors behind her.
I see colors I've never seen before
A masterpiece of pink opening up like a woman's breasts
Phalluses falling from the sky
My own chest collapsing
I am aching with love for some reason,
tears flowing at the confusion of images
Swirls of purple effervescence all about
Spiraling, dancing around me
Because of the feminine mystique
I feel I have become Snow White,
graced by the song of blue birds
perching on my shoulder,
a brown-grey rabbit at my feet,
a rooster cock-a-doodling.
I welcome each strange creature,
seeing bursts of yellowish light
firecrackers filling me with a golden glow
I am red with the color of love.
Am I dead?
Nevermind. I am at peace now. It is complete.
I awake to a mystery,
like something in the eyes of the saints
off the coast
of my mind's eye
my inner man is stirred to a vision
a white gloved hand
like a dolphin leaping out of the blue
beckons me,
turns me into a wide eyed speckled wanderer
I am witness to a grand spiral staircase coming forth
Heaven-sent
the hand points like the hands on a clock
It tells me to "ride the wave"
I yield and ascend
the gloved hand slowly nudging me,
guiding me ever gently upwards
where am I going?
I am nearly faint of heart now,
gasping
one final step and I'm out of breath
- A doorway
with a lock and key
I collapse against the wood
breathing
instinctively, my hand wanders the keyhole
like a schoolboy up a girl's skirt
I look to the hand, but there is no response.
my heart is beating in my chest wildly
observing, I wonder?
I place my wet, sweaty fingers into the hole,
fingering for a moment,
as if searching.
yes. there it is. a latch.
I pull the dick-like trigger,
my moist, hot hands dripping
and with a click,
the door is ajar now, revealing glowing light
Entering, the hand becomes a dove now
She flys away, in a swirl of colors
And says, "I am spirit and I am breath of your flesh. I give you permission to dwell in both arenas."
I bow as I see colors I've never seen before
A masterpiece of pink opening up like a woman's breasts,
A collapsing feeling fills my chest
I ache with love
my tears flowing
Swirls of purple effervescence all about
Spiraling, dancing around me
I feel I am Snow White,
graced by the song of blue birds
perching on my shoulder
a brown-grey rabbit at my feet
I welcome each strange creature,
seeing bursts of yellowish light
firecrackers filling me with red
It dawns on me: this is the color of love
- Love unknown/now known.
Am I dead?
A Mystic Journey
By Matthew Smith
I awake to a mystery,
walking along a majestic sea of crystal glass
a dolphin leaping out of the blue
a white gloved hand beckoning me,
turning me into a wide-eyed, speckled wanderer
a grand spiral staircase coming forth
Heaven-sent
the hand points and turns as if a clock
“Ascend,” it says.
I yield and obey.
Where am I going?
I am nudged by my new friend.
The steps bleed together
My legs grow tired.
I don’t want to climb anymore.
I peer to my side.
What if I jumped?
I am nearly faint of heart, gasping.
One final step and I'm out of breath.
Suddenly - a doorway
I collapse against the wood
breathing.
Instinctively, my hand wanders the semi-large keyhole
- A peek inside reveals an entire universe.
I look to my gloved friend but there is no response.
My heart is jumping wildly.
Observing, I wonder?
I place my wet, sweaty fingers into the hole,
fingering for a moment.
Like a boy’s first intimate encounter in a schoolyard.
Yes. there it is. A latch.
I grab the trigger like it is a dick,
my moist, hot hands on this makeshift stick,
and with a click, a release.
Something like oil dripping.
The door is ajar now, revealing glowing light
Entering, the glove is removed
Revealing a dove
She says, "I am spirit and I am breath of your flesh.
I give you permission to dwell in both realms now.”
She flies away, leaving a swirl of colors behind her.
I see colors I've never seen before
A masterpiece of pink opening up like a woman's breasts
Phalluses falling from the sky
My own chest collapsing
I am aching with love for some reason,
tears flowing at the confusion of images
Swirls of purple effervescence all about
Spiraling, dancing around me
Because of the feminine mystique
I feel I have become Snow White,
graced by the song of blue birds
perching on my shoulder,
a brown-grey rabbit at my feet,
a rooster cock-a-doodling.
I welcome each strange creature,
seeing bursts of yellowish light
firecrackers filling me with a golden glow
I am red with the color of love.
Am I dead?
Nevermind. I am at peace now. It is complete.
I awake to a mystery,
like something in the eyes of the saints
- or Christ and His eyes of fire
off the coast
of my mind's eye
my inner man is stirred to a vision
a white gloved hand
like a dolphin leaping out of the blue
beckons me,
turns me into a wide eyed speckled wanderer
I am witness to a grand spiral staircase coming forth
Heaven-sent
the hand points like the hands on a clock
It tells me to "ride the wave"
I yield and ascend
the gloved hand slowly nudging me,
guiding me ever gently upwards
where am I going?
I am nearly faint of heart now,
gasping
one final step and I'm out of breath
- A doorway
with a lock and key
I collapse against the wood
breathing
instinctively, my hand wanders the keyhole
like a schoolboy up a girl's skirt
I look to the hand, but there is no response.
my heart is beating in my chest wildly
observing, I wonder?
I place my wet, sweaty fingers into the hole,
fingering for a moment,
as if searching.
yes. there it is. a latch.
I pull the dick-like trigger,
my moist, hot hands dripping
and with a click,
the door is ajar now, revealing glowing light
Entering, the hand becomes a dove now
She flys away, in a swirl of colors
And says, "I am spirit and I am breath of your flesh. I give you permission to dwell in both arenas."
I bow as I see colors I've never seen before
A masterpiece of pink opening up like a woman's breasts,
A collapsing feeling fills my chest
I ache with love
my tears flowing
Swirls of purple effervescence all about
Spiraling, dancing around me
I feel I am Snow White,
graced by the song of blue birds
perching on my shoulder
a brown-grey rabbit at my feet
I welcome each strange creature,
seeing bursts of yellowish light
firecrackers filling me with red
It dawns on me: this is the color of love
- Love unknown/now known.
Am I dead?
- It doesn't matter. I am at peace now. It is complete. It is finished.