perfect loose-ed (lucid) dream

"rejoice" and "reject" simultaneously dropped behind the eyes when you first told me that woke didn't mean awake.
the ego split the world into self and other sitting on either side of a verdant canyon singing to each other in a (w)holy profane call and response, while the heart watered the green space between.

and the green begat tarmac deep in the canyon’s bowels, pushing jewels up in almost random perfection, running to the horizon and Eschering into a tar and feathered saffron bird of pray

it asked me to carry it to god
and while the mind didn't comprehend, the spirit did

I fastened one talon into each shoulder
and walked until the road was no more
and there was just This:

here-to-Then mosaic-ed together;
no roles or states or stages;
opinions and preferences simply
spices in a grace-simmered roux
rolling through and sating
every appetite that was or could be
in this perfect
loos-ed
dream