The Sleepwalking Sky (a dream of the Oce..

Of the Variable Seraphim and sleepwalking sonata that begins in White Noise along the Algorithmic

envelope and vertiginous veils of chromatic phantomes of wilderness reveries and echolocating

thought Orchards grown howling upon cusp of Earlike Event Horizon and spiralling spine chiral of

the Non Local lemniscate, a starlit crucible of crescents that lace the miracle of illuminated lyrical

hemidemisemiquavers across the facelit silence at the lattice of quasi crystal

Bookstore that billows in pages of unwritten Words, the hurricane of onomatopoeia

like the pulse of an ambivalent G-d somewhere nested in the Story of the Story that

begins when again,

at a moment of ancient recombination the mysteries exhale, the Adamantine Mandala of

Life at the beginning of time, where wings and waves of world maddened

darkness coexist in uncurtained theocracies and non random

number line that danced across the Surface of the Stranger's Frontal Cortex until

the poetry Operas of Vampirical Pyromania erupted

in electron shell cloud named ________ that pronounced whirl of Lightning upon the unsolid soil,

and catholic angelicals ascribed cadillac spectrals significance shifts in the Stardust forge and

Fringes of the Andromeda, Manhattan and Aldebaraan, of Calcutta in the endless here and Now

and juxtaposed extropian convergences entered entertaining the

Empress of Spontaneous Infinity erupted in Sunbeam lit green daemonic

curiosity of chiarascuro, whose carouselambras from 10,000 centuries away,

haunted cathedral of Socrates tastebuds and pulsed throug Centuries in

twenty seven octaves of anti-logical Wisdom upon capillaries and endoplasmic reticuli

of what that Invisible Academy called the Sybil's sapphire blue heart as it orbited the Axon

Potential of a Roseate Pentagon, the fibonacci of resonant

apparitions bathed in the song of an Infernal Wildflower cresting hydrogens crystalline tongue,

a castle of Sun drunk Mud and Made in Mindless Mindlessness of communion wafers

dancing around a Theatre of I Ching where the Celtic Cauldron - Wine of Wild Photons

assembled ten thousand Zoroastrian Ziggurats that billowed

in the eyelids of Woman Souled Moonlight

whose name is Unpronounced and Unknown by the tongue of the Night Ending Orb.

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somewhere downstage, Shakespeare's plumed eyelashes wink (or blink?)

and the stage is laced with murmuring nightshades a-crest in Ophelias' sugar numb skull

and hamlet's bat faced Angel whisked an empyrean tide on a Carouselambra of

cross tangled cosines of the Probability Machine that Ate Tomorrow and excreted the

spidery haunt of ten trillion Yesterdays as

the bedroom window opened like a twice broken mirror,

and Medusa's fingertips curled in gargoyle thorns clutching burnt roses vines

that writhe in uncanny incantations of the Witch Queen of the Forgotten Maternity Ward,

a woman's voice that scales the Kundalini across the Curtained Stair of night,

cresting musculature of Angelicals in the pentacle diadem, a chakra of maleficent orchestration,

where Buddhas adamantine footprints pause like the Sound of Silence in the Newspaper Print

and the name of the Infinite nothingness, like ______ ______ ______ itself

balances random numbers in the Computer Drunk eye where the

sky exchanges zephyrs of Astrological Apostasy and

telepathic fractal arpeggios of the Grasshopper mouthed Dragon that sings

Masquerade of Delirium through the Shadow of madman Arthur Rimbaud, a cyclone of

knowledge whose thirteen thousand hearts are netted in kettles of Moonlit fish that

seething with the rage of the Dream Walking Ocean, as the Fish prayers erupted

into the Nightmare of Oxygen and the Lies of the Blue Sky cast into oscillating

madness of the Kingdom of Hydrogen Night, and upon the stony dendrites of post molecular

nuclei of luciferian symbol clusters crowned in the dialogue of Raindrops and Thunder of

impossibility arcs of post modern antediluvian phantasmagoria,

chiracos of wheat and the Vine of the Light that spins Walrus Whiskered Whisper eyed Fairies

into twisting Comitragic carousels across the pangs of a psycho-mimetic Tide, the Seagulls heart is

a mandala balancing emerald pacific sephiroth that nestles it's symphonic delirium

into counter point fugues of Wind and Sky, the revolutionary Chthonic Fantasia

of Starry Startled Salt Eyed Tide of the Seven Thousand Seasides,

opens in the jingling star fringe of star toothed jungle and

luxuriant hunger song of Shark faced Phantomes suckling tattoos from the

tribe of baby Styrofoam Nosferatu

in whose looped whorls of the Imagical Sea Grass, where mermaids hover and lower their

tails in centuries of Space Bending Pirate Pyromania, the King-Queen of the Coral Reef

winking in Moonlit Dream Sails to the Undreamt Otherwhere

of that Uncertain Realm where the ten-hearted doppelganger named Hieronymous Bosch boils an

ember of the Illuminated Nocturnal Apostasy into pastures of unending strangeness and

the fish hearts valentine upon the bridelike tongue of the Love licked Tide,

and Sky by Sky the pagan exiles exhales greek beaks of confetti eyed celestial enchantment

canticles of skeletons across the Scylla and Charibdes in the Atlantean Lemniscate and

the Tranquility Tantrum of Doldrums adrift in the Orbital Bloom of the Neverending Why

a platonic tonal lucidity of the Dolphin Song that Sang the Philosophers to Sleep

and the post terrestrial Kingdom of Chameleon Eyed Whales, chirped cryptic catechisms of

the Magical Peacock of Ishtar's Wish powered Tryptich, a twelve tongued plunge into the

cauldron of the Sainted Mirage, Omniscient Disincarnate of a Non Local Incognito Fiction

of NYX and the Thunder blossomed Timbrels, blooming blue green bloodmines around the

Undefined and Divinely Vertiginous Octaves of knowledge that Live in the College of the

Impossible Constellation that wakes in the Sleepwalking Sky.

(A DREAM of the SEA)

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Philip Muls

An amazing play of words, strong imagery.

Posted 9 Years Ago

SquinklaPsyOps

Hi Hawkmoon

Is the story about a person that wants to report to God the criminal intentions of demons ghosts that were spotted when they failed to transform themselves to different forms as they tried to assault behind persons knowledge

The Sleepwalking Sky (a dream of the Ocean)

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