Into the Burning Man

Blasphemy courted with anecdotal perversity

limitless chatter echoes through the canyon

all now weeping at the sight of blind hypocrisy

catching the dancing orbs with a butterfly net

seeking a peace but tripping through garbage

sands stained with the blood from star shards

music calms the beast, but on the jungle roars

pinnacle of life, enchanted in an icy cold desert.

tutelage from shamans; swaying to a spirit drum

casting of vows into pious devotional candlelight

earthy spirited flutes touch the heart and soul

bodies float down into the heart of white flames

albino raven’s perch upon high sandstone glyph’s

my vision now doubling objects indiscriminately to

the many I wish to see, and those which I do not.

The images are now imprinted upon my eyelids

overlap, confusing, awkwardly, as a child’s collage.

Yet, I can now see beyond the darkness, beyond

the terrors, beyond…