Between Signs

Overwhelmed, under-the-weather
Bright, dazzling stars zoom by
too fast to tether.
I ache for that fire,
cauterizing straight through
epithelial and arterial walls.
That yearning
symbol-strewn cellular memory
of the All from which we each
derive, spend precious lives striving
to re-merge.
I ache like flu, thrash
in fever, seethe
visceral images, 
an eerie multi-dimensional exhibit
of plague-fraught inner realms.
Vividly hued, geometrically precise,
shaded and shadowed in
absolute perspective —
yet arcanely nebulous.
Intuition insists
the answers exist.
It is questions that await clear deliverance.

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