"Cloudscape stunning
Got my mind all running
To the thoughts what were coming
'Bout a sign from the heavens
Soul all risen like it's leaven
When it's even in the evening
Washing Washington skies wide
Brightly lit a bit by Ol' Sol
Bold and brilliant to my eyes
Resplendently rendered
Devised by radiance alive
In light sublimely captured
Sans a glance askance by chance
Enraptured by my sense of duty to beauty
If I hear the call truly
Since I'm sent from simple impulse
To exacting action like vulpes vulpes
Full pulse to rabbits
Rapidly involved with the static
To discharge the attic
Sahasrara the magick
Of the moment we have in
Beacoups of presence
Enact it like you're coocoo for the essence
Of the rhythms of the system's engines
Wherefrom the ways of the day's plays of rays blaze
Through proud shrouds of cloud sheets neatly laid
Toward the horizon beyond
Where the world you fondly find
Finds you fond.",
He yawned.
Draft Arrow Conjury
Tracy Jordan Furrow
About the Creator
Conjury
Poetry, reveries, and streams of consciousness. Musings, revelries, and free dreams of consonance. Metaphysics, philosophy, and magick cognizance. Writing things that make me high and do a dance.
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