Beulah
the two fold vision's
dim window to the soul's
scratchy infected eyeball
is now abandoned and rotted
for empty hopes of seeing Beulah
where stoic stone statues
sit on isolated spinning spheres
where all worries, responsibilities
and torched troubles vanish
in the beams of Beulah
within the fractals of dreams
we find the curvature of death
overlapping with birth's incline
so all consciousness may perish
and consciously conjure the present
in a true transcendentalism
looking to awaken innocence
pondering outside in the breeze
swaying like a lotus yogi
deep in meditation
fearful of the image
where I will no longer be
in four fold vision
where all is one
in the imaginative cage surrounding
an eternity afterglow flow
seeing all in only an hour
but all in abandonment
of a singular sensation
deep in Newton's sleep
allow us to awaken
from our fearsome zip ties
tied to the doors
of simple perception
we are not shameful
for needing to be cleansed
we no longer fear
the night fliers
cascading in the infinite seas
we must open all portals
releases all valves
allow infernal vision
to meld with image
of this fantastical world
manifesting non-realities
LINK: https://allpoetry.com/poem/16722212-Beulah-by-Colvet
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