Faces in the fire
Castles in the clouds
Chipped and broken sounds
Uttered from a distant war…
The Somnambulant can sleepwalk
Unaffected by nature's brusque hand
Drifting like gates crashing
Through the noiseless vacuum of space
Dissolved in a sea of mutual perception
Emotions ripple through the soup,
Undulations that temporarily mar the clarity
Are soon forgotten in the feeding frenzy
The smell of blood
Hot and spurting in all directions
Flavors the wind
And blinds the eye
It spreads its tentacles
Reaching deep into the soul
Looking for its lost home
In the caverns of the underworld
Only to be lapped up
By slick skinned, colorless life forms
Hungry creatures that live in the crevices
And hide in the shadows
Can't you see the pattern?
Hot air playing tricks on the horizon
The Kingdom of God shining
Through the billowing clouds of thunder
Its better than real!
This mirage of grandeur
Resplendent with glorious halls and annexes,
That multiply with symmetrical precision
From a single shimmering core
Whose focal center
Is any point on the horizon.
We are hypnotized by its splendor
Temptations of comfort
Beyond our wildest dreams
Beckon for us
To walk toward the light…
But the further we go,
The greater distance still yet to travel
The passing scenery an obstacle, an annoyance, a blur
The goal is all that matters
Then the light fades
The sun sets
Gone is the mirage
Gone is The Kingdom of God
Darkness falls
We are alone,
Soon the sky lights up with stars
And we look into the deep black pit of space
Black as the blood that flows upon the desert sand
Blood spilled so that we might live
To wake up every day,
To look upon the mirage