Poem: 118-135

118-135 by e.e. greer

woke with future’s dew on lids

blink, benevolent

inhale flowers, devotion’s scent

sine-wave reverence

together we twist, fend off unrest

dark rooms are innately forgiving

richest presence, when is now

and now is when

careen with sound’s bend

like a walk on lake water

mantra disguised as a password

coveted crossing to xanadu

invitation to utopia

one constructed in your own chest

this house was made for dancing

fortitude built in with the wood 

a hall of organic awe

where the groundswells

where organs yell

& drum machines spell

do you want to get understood?