Astral Poem by Butch Decatoria

The skeins — The Dreams
The ray that Time forgets to see
For In-between
You is me
Lies & the spirit, the suffering
In this space
Every surface of our fate
(Break free)
An Ocean of brilliance
My ethereal plane
In your infinite
Your Skies of Deliverance
This moment I repose
Flesh-heavy Life kept
Unkempt—Cold
Recalling the Past
Behold!
A recluse in a box
With jaundiced Light...

FishSparrow swims in the Now
Deeper Skies
Ephemeral Scion
Beyond
All worlds One Eye.

……

Monuments
Gargantuan champions of yore
Over landscapes crowded
With worshippers
Weaponry

Wars
Having Words
Belief
A powerful spark
We fireflies
In the veil of wide night's dark.

My spirit still / expectant
For more than flickering wisps
Willowing Whispers
Of miraculous man kind
Echoes now lifeless shadows before;

Mortal theories's grandiose
Yet only infants afloat upon
The profound
Betweens
Go to the river
Oh the wailing for Manna

Oh Mother!
The pain of our own making

Quicksand
The minutes breaking, preying
Predilections swaying
Nudity in statues

The iron victors
Wield long swords
Riding marble chariots
Colossal fires upon masculine faces
Long gone
The war-cry
Carved
Over landscapes
Crowded with
Underworld
destined
To lay among stone
Hearts with
Shrunken heads

The fade of unremembered
Ghosts.
They leave seeds our fearful
Imagination
Grows

Wilderness in this hollow
Of twilight eyes
Also die

We beget hell without
Light
To tell the tale
Without brilliant love
Starlight fails when hells
All hail

Awe and Om!
Oh Mother!
Make way, the few
Futures shalom
(The Neigh will come alone
Someday soon)