love poem

the Vala/veil billows in winds of change
between the seeds of dreams and
dancing chaos
is the midst of rapture
visions hold us there
within the song of rhapsody
flinging forget-me-nots in the void
soul incumbent, incubating in the matrix
intrinsic in its virtue
extrinsic in its vice
that chasm
which is open
to the grounds of truth
that sunken place!                                     where the senses when falling
find it necessary to accept
as a given reality
where the compass needle                              at any one time is pointing
what the heights address
in order to orient themselves
the parted skies
above the abyss
milk drops down to this point
anything that will do any good
must observe this point
where it lands
at any one time ... and
i 

i ... am breaking open
my nadirs exposed
to let all gold in,
innocence will blare like
dunchen blasts
over the breadth of horizons ...
palpable
inviolable
clear.