spiritual dreamers set the imagination on fire
searching scripture for answers,
chasing moon beams
creating narrative’s with trap doors in the ‘flaws’
escaping logic, hardly the way to go
when I leave my shadow behind, will all become clear?
death is no exit, so they say
no clear message, other than blind faith on withdrawal
me thinks it’s ‘a gravity pit’ of note
equals them black holes in space
yet another set of dreams fill this space
worm holes, too a parallel universe?
a star gate to paradise?
imagination is truly on fire, don’t call the brigade
