THE OASES OF MEMORY

THE OASES OF MEMORY
Remember that in many cases to see the truth is to understand the deception.
Luminescent iron root, deep in the obsidian sky,
igniting the lavender spheres basking in light,
with light, commingling with immediacy,
itself made of the darkness not denied, jut displaced.
Deepest in the mantle of incursions,
recursively robust,
dreams sift and stream into the amber grain,
cascading in the ionic stream, 
roaring whispers of the wind,
pulverizing the mountain, into the dune,
memory hidden deep in the deepest regolith,
the chasm between amelioration and semantogenisis,
harbinger of the deepest cataclysm,
LIFE!
We watchers sift in the memory of auburn glass tinged chalices smashing grounds of being
a feather streaming in time's beacon,
upon the wings of change,
harvestswept eternity,
discerning Deluvian conjecture, 
in the oases of memory.

Deluvians are a species in an epic story I am writing, they are very enigmatic, not well understood, they are between dimensions...they are not what they appear to be. To understand their mysteries is mostly what is meant by enlightenment.