Knowing Me Transfixed Impaled

you do not know me
you do not know my face
my mind identity space

is my multiple mind
a sacred mystic place
not to be dim entered

at random indifferent pace
respect the passion touch of grace
it's not about leather and lace

wild flowers petal awakening perfume
gift feeds inspiring heart soul blooms
mask of identity signature individuality

is paradise mansion shimmering rooms
behold imagination fires consumed
on sight shifting silver manna spoons

kaleidoscopic vision splintering thoughts
transcend material clay dense spheres
cosmic angel operas inner ear soul hears

symphony celestial artist wears
know me transfixed impaled
not as dust broken porcelain tears

cosmic flash encases mind sirens
creation trail humming in space time night
words receding into perilous woods

poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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