Diligent mercy sent

Paper rolls clamped to literal scrolls...
Papyrus wrote clammy messages told
Mind bended and lent for faith to hold... a mold. a mold. a mold.
Clay shaped sculptures and formed,
morphed and stormed with ideal hands pressing in the holes.

Black droplets sail through stormy clouds,
raining the sane down veiny lanes
pouring into the couplets of our viewing eyes
Passing by surprise I find the mental note along a wall.
where parcel clings to the stall; so to the moving tide of my mind.
to find the sign plainly written to this stall...
Pissing away all the dreams down in a golden stream.
of all seemingly seam.
Straight the line along curried mill draining the ever still
draining all living will.
Then I leave.

And yet here I stand in om these prickly trees...
A dim night brighten by full moons light...
clouds wave in starry sea.
I found my self looking at purple mountains bigger then me even million miles away.
Mountains dust in morning dew that reflected gazing rays.
In those solar haze, I found myself looking for night again.
there under my sinning skin find a pool that is place upon a stool...in a room.
the room mends its bend no better then a tree shifting with the moon.
Better yet better then a stone throne in a glass home.
But before slipping out from this bark I must remark.
I found me when looking from that tree into worldly seas of the pool.
My face watched on onward an upward to these tired eyes
an said without a word.
goodbye
in god's eye.