Full Moon Hiatus

In the slowly pulsing red mist
The poet walks the walk
Where others fear to tread
Through the dark alleys and engrams
Of his mynds patina.
He stops at a sign

!WARNING!

Gravity Time Law
Nurture Nature Conscience
Possessions Body Words

Hoping for a dream of freedom
He falls asleep.

The Earth is an orange
Overpopulated with mould
It shrinks then collapses
Into a primordial soup
Of reduced complexity
The life force of order
Rallies her shadow
And leaves her transmutation.

In his mynd, his memories of Earth
Are no different than when she lived.

He awakens to another dream
To Olympus
Curtained in billowing chiffon
In soft translucent pastels
And a blade in his back
Oh yes, the Gods have humour
Falling to his knees
He searches for a shadow
Proof of reality
He falls to his hips
Then vertebra by vertebra
He falls to his chin
His head resting
On a field of chequered marble
As his head rolls forward
His eyeball comes to rest
On a business card

Zeno's

Conflict Resolution
No problem too big
We'll meet you halfway.

His pupil falls through the floor
Another star
Glittering.