The holiness
of that moment
protrudes into

all moments

...and it smashes
on the rocks again

(visions, she witched me
in a dream sometime)

when reversed the past looms
before us
future stretching back to the
beggining/end

Grew younger and the motorcycles
slower and the women
in droves
whispy parade
of lust/hopes

Breaking through the cloudline
fantasies sometimes
lightning collisions we
took for
granted

All my dreams of failure
all my fears of freedom

puddles
frozen lakes
evaporation through your eyes

in the mystic spaces of sleep
we haunt each other down

I am not food
for the wolf-goddess
for I bathe in Light

(Temple of the holy-
ghost)

Rise up Like King-
Jesus

Disciples of the son
(those who don't know
the poetry of their own
souls

Dreams written on coffee cups
love prayers of the young and
wild

One daughter of the moon confessed
to me her dreams

The other her nightmares

The one of dreams I gave to the hand of
Romulas

The one of nightmares suffered her fate
with Remus

Long live the Republic and its
fiery Legions

Soldiers, Soldiers
each of us

knights guarding the Temple