visions
turning, twisting.
smokey, silken threads
unfurling. curling into
wisp-like wraiths

of futures,
failed for lack of interest,
or maybe just
lack of pursuit.

they fall;
leaden, heavy bits
of broken dreams
raining down on obsidian
mindscapes.

removed to another dimension,
i watch in slow motion
non-challant,
as weaves become undone.
every thread moving only
the slightest fraction
each eternity.

like
shiva's arms,
serpentine
crossing - uncrossing -
threads become tentacles,
dancing apart at the seams.
unwinding in patterns of chaos;

like ribbons that rise up on
currents of air,
writhing.
too random
for time to unveil their meaning.

fractal psychoses,
on a spiritu - molecular level,
dancing apart at the seams.

removed to another dimension,
i watch the complicated extraction
in rapt awe, with little
apprehension.
broken dreams
raining down on obsidian
mindscapes.

i listen
to the music of the spheres
for places where
my voice might fit,
now that the previous fabric
is undone.