Crying monk tears,
Those strident fluid spears,
Carving a spirited path,
Gouging deep canyons,
Probing ardent deserts,
Shade beneath hydrated banyans.

Deep wells of prophetic dreaming,
Dry sanctums echoing with thirsty screaming,
Emotionally parched and screeching,
Preaching Wadi's seeping discomfort and hurt,
Irreverent stars and reverent planets have plummeted,
Plenitudes of cosmic precipitation,
Prescribing the galactic sum of it,
Concentrating on consecrated Oases,
Blackening serpent tongues,
Slack fronds framing sublime psalms,
Scribed arcane words rhymed in song. 

Record storms of carnal knowledge,
High pressure and lowly sedge,
Restoring divine crowns and sacred mandalas,
Poised freely below an airy ledge,
Craving carnival love,
Bowing to eclectic celestial bodies,
Knowledgeably lowing,
Orbiting an electric sun,
Shooting stars shall see again,
Routing routine evolution,
Debating blazing revolution,
Stating prophetic revelation,
Moot love cleansed by Martian tears and Venus rain.

You used to come and stay,
By and by the moon kissing the sky,
Sweet love a while away,
Such short perfumed visits,
Water washing over callouses and other digits,
All my aroused washboard cares,
Reminding my wounded heart,
Those remnants of long gone love affairs,
Scars and kisses buried deep,
Embracing misses within my earthbound burrow,
Shameless tears and prison bars can't e'er refrain,
Restrain all those nightmare fears,
Explain all that dreadful earthly sorrow.

Scouring floods rush unconstrained,
Empathy surging onto parched earth,
Love sucked up by that desiccated desert,
Kind love sweeping each dry furrow,
Salted tears wash o'er my stolid brow,
Eroding each saline day into a forlorn hole,
Shamelessly revealing my corroded soul.

Treading on barnacles o'er a barefoot shoal,
Wading oceans of burnt out stars,
Infinite grains of sand to count,
Universe reverberating with good vibrations,
Attaining Compassion's deified goal,
Impassioned Creation,
Erupting deep within my sacred soul,
Erudite feasting by a welcome fount,
Blessed companions to Divinity's infinite glory,
So much divine heaven and reticent passion,
Reaching deep into my dry burrow,
Breaching pelagic dreams on this oceanic story,
Bleaching tidal zones with reluctant joy and constant sorrow.

What is this divine goal?
Swift currents in a veering course,
Jet streams determine headstrong steering,
Shearing headlong into a remorseless wind,
Tacking along an unimaginable force,
Hurling magnified profanity,
Hurtling like a reckless cyclone,
Curtly wrecked by those voracious and blind,
Simple kindness arrested along this raging course,
Scourged by steep staccato phrases,
Scouring wicked eighth notes and utter remorse,
Igniting brave octaves plagued by gutter phases,
Screaming seems such staged vanity,
Rich dreams as I'm vainly composing,
Poised for Life's timely insanity.