The Leaning Walls Hall

You see….

They are, very old

They want to laugh, cry….

Fly

Not why —

But….

High, man

Sigh

The Lie

Ties, binds, blinds

Glory, be

The Sign

The One

Not Made, of

Lines

Nor time, or dying

Raising Zion

Peaceful lions

Diamond sirens

Whispers

Light!

Roaring…. do you have time

All —- in the world

My friend O

I am

yet, not yet

Is nothing, said the dead

Still….

We are, here

No fears

Spiral wyrd

Rising clear

A luminescent deer

Darts near

The Cloud Seer

Drifting ten years

In a moment, or quotient

Just words, for the birds

Crow eye people touch contact kites elevation

Look! The Way Stations are aflame hurts

What is…. worth, without

No doubt

Acceleration destination no zone flame bent

The Dreamer awake in scenes of the phantom beams entanglement haze colors green, against —- the wall

He….

Leans

No means, not schemes or fiends but unending ways through the gaze of an unearthly bliss which twists and brings forth the snake to hiss in the halls where we fall onto spinning creature lovers

Above & under

Cast blue lighting wonders

Sweet aroma thunders

Run wave ghosting hunters

No plunder, no blunders, no blinkers

They wink….

Burst!

Dial 9….

First