tears cleaning into revealing a lunar midnight landscape,
hugging the depths of a moon-lit lake,
crystal waters to remove the heavy grime,
an element to cleanse the logg'ed slime.
some time... some time...
an element to desperse this heavy time.
crystal waters suffuce, suffuce shame, too element
hearty... voice in my brain...
element heary, hearty, starting... voices in my brain...
a muddle, and brown puddles...
oh where might we recover the crystal frame - that Flame!
In the future incarnation of the idea's conrete plane?
Or in the wanderings, of a mind and guided mind -
between us... the ghost of consciousness,
between us... the language of creation,
us, the frame.
reflecting a flame on the Window Pane.
reflecting the Flame.