as i peered
behind the veil
of black damask
a plundering gaze
deconstructed me
allaying consequence
all realms succumbed
to the crucifixion
of time itself
a relevance entombed
days past
to find my countenance
content
at last
reason itself was redefined
as blissful semblance
enshrouded my listless senses
precious sands
sifted into rifts
adrift, i stood
on shifting ground
as echoes torn
from lost dimensions
resounded
in a boundless burst
of cosmic influx
to lift the curse
of gravity’s crux
like dust
thrust
into blustery plumes
of ruminant sediment
strewed asunder
Max, or Not 