What can I say that is true?

I AM.

I don’t know.

I am bound to die.

Death is the unveiling of my life,

The revealing of my soul,

It is the home of my whole.

Do I know that I live?

Was I in love or was it in me?

Love is the absence of me.

Love is the transcendence of life,

It is the rocket counting down to launch in to the heavens.

Am I dead or did I sleep?

The sky is scorched,

the rocket fired up the globe.

DeJavu,

my friend found it first

A dreamless reality,

a snake king swimming through the space.

The lizard sings once more,

the doors are open,

beyond the veil;

the candle spark

hovers through a blissful dark

The stateless form,

a statue of heritage,

the Princess sacrificed her heart for the rainbow.

Colors trapped in a transparent prism.

Nakedness to the core

a separate white

divided to the seven.

A trinity of being,

a perceptual thought of seeing,

the queen has reclaimed the kingdom.

We have been delivered from bondage.