Dig Poem by David Lacey

Here a sight for sore eyes lay Lust in compromise with Harmony upon the shelf.
Find a place without yourself where you may lay forever young. Delve.
Pursue magick within the moulting cage as it lies shelved in derangement
Amongst the insane, those laid out upon the pavement strumming soft melodies sweet aloft
In vibrations changing out of place. Remedies fix on inhibitions, here the Shamans mix
Lifts the soul upon the drift to flow beyond the rift. Here Time upon the shelf lies
Content within herself, Content in inner space, allowing a shift in the passage of the wheels
Eternal massage of nature’s skin. Dig. Let me in.

What strange a friend is this that would act a fiend in spite of bliss.
What dangers lie upon the horizon we may never know, I'd rather miss.
The river stagnant requires a place to flow. I know this.