This mornin' running onto the door I drop a splash of imagination on the floor two by four a board splits into another door from there I was paralyzed falling asleep between the synchronized reflections I split further into glimpses of future speculations splashing imagination, painting, ink unseen, but you seen, you didn’t scream, didn’t laugh.. because it was just a drop of imagination the drip was not water, but a pulse of chimeric reverie each splash, curved outward, its circle, brighter than halation its ripples, deeper than carmine hue its echo, a cartography of unspoken emotion where colors bloom in synesthetic lexicon I dip my hand into the spell shimmering with unfinished sentences, painting constellations across numinous (I) g h t spilling ink, the arteries of (I) g h t dug dug.. dug dug.. the parquet breathes each mosaic, a scripture of forgotten trees, each knot, a gouache staring through dimensions, reminding me that doors multiply when touched by coruscation l (o) s t am i splitting further into prisms of speculation, where one self dreams, another screams and yet learns to fly on the wings of spilled imagination? you did not scream, you did not laugh, you only watched and i recognized the drop as a seed of infinity the splash glowed resplendently like a star lit its first explosion, like thought itself pronounced the shape of words c a s c a d e chiaroscuro vivid dreams,unfurl where xanthic dawn spills liquid gold of mine across the viridescent hush of valleys, a dialogue between sun and moon cerulean sky weaves spectral hieroglyphs, a cosmic splash, half radiance, half reverie the butterfly unravels the canvas of efflorescence radiant spill of prisms polychromatic scheme breathes between the strokes, you must know if the darkness is not demurrage, but contour, each hue, cascading in spectral definition each shade bending to luminous decree splash is not noise, but revelation a coruscation f memory, an u r o r a l spilling of silence, a kaleidoscopic wound opening into alleviation your viridescent retina is sovereign where galaxies paint themselves with contrast, where sorrow holds hands the iridescence, and every shadow is crowned with fire splash of imagination taught me a door is (n)ever (w)(m)ood, a door is perception split, a hinge between dimensions, a question dressed as passage. splash was the map, the mirror, the speculation, the revelation and I, soaked in its shimmer, for I am the door, the splash, the labyrinth, the ink, the beginning and the end (.) Heart's intent d i s p e r s e d e v e l o powering the acquiring worlds. Fertile soil of the psyche, sprouts e n d r i l s of cognition.
