it's always black on the far side.
seeing through bloodened eyelids,
matrix of crimson and blossoming acid.
my mind is dipped into moonlit Celestia,
straining for the stray wandering of an...
"echo."
intrepreting sensations in the plumbed depths,
skin brushes against a cloud, and a belief tickles at a toe.
it's a feeling of being: the center. emanation.
bring forth the living!
reveal the soul and free the caged spectre of humanity.
let your heart live on the sleeve of humility,
wield logic and love and tempered iron.
dreaming in life and the loving everafter.
yet left in the centre of it all,
within my woven tapestry of yearning,
there waits a lady, bright.
she is as if draped in porphyry.
whispering touch by candlelight.
Matthew Evans, 2007