Mister Dream

Can you Spell it out for me, misterDream?
Can you tell me how to open the twisted screen? 
In the back room 
of this microcosmic vacuum 
sits a dialectical demon 
with a face that looks like me...
spilling simple satire with the fire of certainty. 

Can the foggy mirror be wiped clearer, 
by the hand of the man 
who refuses to stand 
for the nearest and dearest
 hearts of the clan? 

Let's see, let's discern the irony... 
The mires that we have chosen to believe 
that seed this dying creed 
of iron deeds locked in steal 
with grips of fear on fiery steeds ..... 
Twisting the plot 
and trotting thru electricFields 
that yield the knots and tangled spokes 
from the turning Wheel that broke the Seal 
between 
WhatIs & WhatIsNot. 
For Real. 
Man. 
What a crazy Plan .  
A Game of Planes and PassionsOfPan 
dancing thru 
the degrees of Am. PM me with the lowdown, 
whisper in rumors of what's going around, 
we can thicken the desperate drama 
and Play like Clowns.... 
Tricksters testing Paradox 
and Talking UpsideDown, 
we can rockAndRoll through Sight and Sound
 as the chessboard wavers 
on the merryGoRound.... 
SinEwaves savoring Light as the curtain goes down..... 

Scene One is seen Thru, 
it was Planned Too.... 
Dangling Dialectic from the ceiling 
of this BleedThrough.... 
Hegel wrote the words to spell out the Game 
that's played 
in the dressing Room 
as the audience waits, 
debating the nature of isolation 
as Indig.Nations fates are flavored 
with States of Vexation 
as Altered Carbon caters to the next mutation.....

Shadows  shadows  shadows on the wall, 
good guys bad guys rise and fall, 
breath by breath and life by death 
and brick by brick we build the Wall, 
one by one and None by All....
Too mixed up to heed the Call....
Three times Charmed with shock&awe 
as For the record the Lines are drawn.......
Phi.ve times LifeTimes 
Venus FlyTrap dines on Tangled EyeCons 
in the dance of Dreaming dodecahedrons....
Sixual Mayhem birthing through Us & Them 
in triangular penetrations 
of particulars
 in WaveWeaves of instinctual variations ...
Sexagonal vibration 
as the Exact Middle Compromise of Creation
interrupting Infinite Potentiation.... 
A rupture of the hymen that seeks satiation.... 
Virginal Seven in Deep initiation 
never divided
 nor multiplied inSide of TenTs of Mind 
that abide in Destin(ysAb)ation
.....zen.... Within.... 
The W.Eight of the Gate of the Octave 
that initiates the Fate
 of the sacred States of Self
 inDwelling in Games of Play 
in Nine Lives ReWinding
  on hard drives and BytesOfTime 
spitting Neurolinguistic  prayer
 in rhyming software 
that invites the Tribe
 to Dive Into 
the broken binary groove of Moving Truths ....
Wholeness 
split 
into Ten threadBare bits
 of DecaDent Twists of the loom 
as looping recursion creates diversion
 in hateful versions of fleshExcursions 
as ELeven RightAngles Dangle from heaven 
as Self appointed gods&angels 
of the ArcOftheCoven In tangled tests 
of woven GovernMent.... 

Sovereign exploration
 of the Self InDignation 
that forces the faces of contortion 
of Space&Time 
to confront the Mirror of the Mind 
and gather the Fragments scattered Inside 
as Self ReMembers 
It Turns Its Own Tides 
and inJoys The ride 
of the Twelve archetypal Primes 
as the Rhyme subsides
 and the Waves enGraved in playful Mazes 
Fade into GroundZero .... 
The center of the Spindle of the Core Processor....
the chessboard squares dwindle 
and melt 
in predecessors of Jesting Jesters
 inGesting Lessons from Gestation ..... 

Ahhhhhh.....the Spell is Broken.... 
A simple Token 
as the spoken narration nestles into a quiet corner
 of this newly Woken Nation.....

Charleen Johnston
5-6-2020