IN THE OCEANS OF TIME

Supple dream churning the atoms...listen to my prayer,

this is the first prayer to the atoms...I remember when you were first born, deep in the fires of time.

Remember me and cast me into the void an infinite number of times...draw me from the aether like an artist draws a sculpture from a stone, chisel me into your memory, deep in the membranes of time.

I want to live again and again, and be drawn into the suppleness of your dreams...

sweetest rhythm of the gentlest shore,

remember me in the catacombs of your furious remnants of absent exhaustion, as you ripple infinitely in the void,

remember me oh great atom, in the agony of my wants,

remember too to forget my errors,

recast me in perfection, in its every eternal increments,

in a domain where there is no suffering other than the absence of suffering, churning yearning.

Keep me between them those who dare not dream, and those whose dreams are filled with impracticality,

inventing peace in my mind...through inspiring transformations...

let me show them memories where shame is not etched in the post Adamic flesh.

Draw me deep into myth and gestate me in the increment of a smile,

it's first instant, that threshold, and let me live in this perpetual satori,

Oh great atom, cloth of eternity, atom, swelling with energy and pulsing with mystery,

remember me and Gods and the decoupage of imbricated prayers flowing like incense through the aether filtered by your inventive smile, 

and hold me in eternity a moment longer before dissolving eternally in the oceans of time.