(dedicated to Alejandro Jodorowsky)
And the years have swiftly passed
Yet each occasion is a new beginning
No words are recast nor emotions unreeled
It is as it is, and an eon exists within an hour
A complete story though the end is untold
We are wrapped in a cocoon of amethyst geode
The only light sparks from a burning wick
The shadows embracing a midnight offering
An existence of perpetual foreplay
In this magical hour between hope and afterlife
Love enters in, between the passages
The halls through which we walk on naked feet
There is no We beyond the current continuum
The future holds not a place for remote hearts
They live solely in the mind of The Film Maker
Holding within him a vintage hammer
The preparation for an attainable death
For one who has taken many steps
Now exposed in flickering tints
Who longs still for his father’s embrace
While he walks through endless doors
LiNdA
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