Hypnagogia

Shot from a cannon
Into the circus ring,
I perform my life
For dark faces.

Insight, hindsight, foresight:
Triplet hounds
My hand unleashes
In the hunt!

O, little whirling suns,
Iridescent bubbles,
Waves, clouds, diamonds,
Points and streaks!
Faces, faces,
Out of the darkness,
Some hideous, some sublime,
Moods and emotions
Flashing forth!

Snapping my moorings,
I drift away
Into the sea,
The Sea of Tranquillity.
I am the baby,
Dream-mothered,
Touching and sucking
The everything.

O, curves and spirals
And blossoms of fire!
The rainbows are brightest
In a blind man’s dreams.
Microscopic eyes see through
The grain of your skin.
Who is that, calling my name?
I hear a voice from the unseen,
And blue flames of music,
And churchbells in the night.
Your fate lies upriver,
Beyond the waterfall.
Smell the rose
Whose scent is sweeter
Than any rose could be.

Electricity zigzags
Over my skin,
Shocks and spasms
Rend me from within,
I miss my foothold on the ladder
And fall back into the blue.
I am running, running forever
Towards a closing door.

Contemplate the fascination,
Meditate upon your mountain,
Walk alone through silent gardens
To the ever-shining fountain.

I am my mind,
Diffuse yet absorbed,
Ranging meridians
For what it may find.

The glass is moving
On the ouija board,
Spelling out words
As the sleeper stirs.

“Do not disturb my circles”
Pleads Archimedes
To the Roman soldier
About to spear him.

Edison, dozing in his chair,
Vexed by some problem,
Lets the steel balls drop
From his hands,
And as they clatter
Into pans on the floor,
He wakes with a start,
Inspired by solutions.

Pineal gland,
Cone of light,
Caduceal sceptre-head,
Buddha’s topknot.
Death, deliver me secrets,
Render me powers
And resolve.
All worlds, all times
Are one here,
One energy,
One mind.