you are never alone

inspiration always eludes manifestation_

it springs from it and it directs it in waiting

digesting present apparitions with memories

that lunch the body to ambush on the future_

waiting for flesh, objects, one's own becoming_

as inspiration breathes one seeks to hold the reins

of inspiration itself and become the master of

one's own body processes: to give sense to

what one has become to see itself reflected in

for not being abandoned by the vision

of the body inspiring to become itself.

 

but not a person, a friend, lover or mother

will ever be there for not abandoning you;

it is inspiration itself that will always be

there to drape your body in swaying bowers

spreading fragrances of rising clouds that will

outcover meadows with promises of sky emerging

from the crystal dew soaring on the bent flowers

with the soothing whisper 'you are never alone'

 

for inspiration will be always giving to you

the silky reasoning that the maggot brain

tresses itself in to revive your body with the 

awakened perpetual motion of the land 

that welcomes your body in the generative

palling echoes of stirring sounds, harmonious

scents, to embrace you as you can't hide yourself

to what inspiration has is in her spreading wings

to bestow onto you as the balsam to your

striving senses; all that you feel is there to

resonate in the echoes your apparition gave

with the certain whisper 'you are never alone'