Twilight Lightning Alight Shattered Trespass

Dreamscape I

And Lucifer visits me
Risen as such from the unseen to
The complete being
If only for a moment.

And Lucifer bids me
Take his place in history
To replace him in his significance;
To relive his symbolic, infamous descent
If only for a moment.

And Lucifer takes me upwards
Above the clouds
To the edge of the heavens
If only for a moment.

And Lucifer holds me
Warm and kind his touch
Then lets me fall, and fall I must
If only for a moment.

And Lucifer smiles contently at me
As I meet the cold, harsh Earth
Imparting upon me a lesson

If just for a moment.



Dreamscape II

And I meet with God
A small babe, not quite a child.
I kneel before God
Though unsure of my own intentions
-my own agenda.
I come to know God
As the creator,
Though for me no more will be revealed.
I beseech God
Of a specific being;
Of a name and title with
Specific, historical importance—
And god laughs without reply.



Dreamscape III

Into the room I pass slowly,
Through the threshold of the door
Placed on the north side
Of the north-west corner.

I notice the window directly across
On the southern wall—
It being the only ornament, for all the walls are bare
To match the stillness of the room.
From without the pale light sifts softly
through the dusty air.

The east side fades back slowly into nowhere.
The west end cares not.
The north behind does not exist for me.

The flickering bulb above me on the, or—
Is there?
I am unsure.

My eyes are fixed upon him.
The demon in the form of a pre-adolescent
He sits in the middle of this room,
His legs are crossed on the hardwood floor.

His obsidian orbs meet my glance
Accompanied by an evil, twisted grin.
I allow no fear to greet him
No apprehension to please him.

With no effort to mention,
A sudden, subtle flick of his wrist
And I am set alight in an instant.
The noise is intense and captivating.
I feel the burning everywhere until that deep,
fateful inhale,
And my lungs are seared.

My eyes blacken.
Then nothing.



Dreamscape IV

I walk into a church.

The man is providing a sermon
To the casual crowd.

He motions for
Me to be seated.
I pay no attention.

His voice grows
Course and authoritative.
I silence him.

My eyes rise up to the cross on the wall.
It melts beneath my gaze.



Dreamscape V

I am uneasy under the heavy, black cloth.
The hood will not disclose my discontent.

There are wooden crates all around us.

I am tense with the disturbance outside and below.
The army of colors approaches with determination.
The columns of blue,
The columns of red,
The columns of yellow,
Flood from all directions.
Dispatches of compliant conformity.

I speak out to my brothers of the cloth.
I advise our preparation for defense.
They heed my words lovingly.
Their gesture is of polite resignation.

They humbly request my departure.
Without words
I am asked to continue their way;
To bear their burdens.
Then the cloth around me disappears.

I now detect a new self.
A self of which my brothers were always aware.
I understand my polished presence.

I set out through the confusion of the assault.
My brothers provide no resistance.
I know I’ll miss them.
I know none will survive the onslaught.
I do not look back.



Dreamscape VI

I am in the cold, damp castle on the border.
I make my way to the top of the stairs,
To the special chamber in the tower.

I somehow know when and where to stand.
The light through the hole above
shines brightly now.

It becomes focused upon me and
Then I am delivered a message.
I am told to hold fast this secret.
The light ceases.

But, I feel now a presence.
I am given direction.
I must pass on my holdings.
I do so with respect.
And with sudden horror, I realize the trickery.

I have failed
in my task.



Dreamscape VII

And I receive a vision.

An instruction to paint
A figure of a male
With arms stretched wide
Reaching out through an
Oblong diamond.

That I will remain with eyes closed
Until the portrait is complete.

That I shall probe the head
Of a young, adult female
With my bare hands,
Using any and all impressions
From this sensation
To influence the entire form
Of the male I shall create.

From afar,
The diamond will appear with
The texture of smooth, tan wood.
Up close, it shall be comprised
Of small bands,
Each spectromatically distinct
Though geometrically uniform.

I receive explicit order for the bands of the
Top, right side of the diamond
In great detail—
Though none for the
Other three, which bothers me
Immensely.



Dreamscape VIII

The new pathogen spreads like wildfire.
I alone know the answer,
Though eluded by how or why.
I reach out and cure—
Not with medicine or touch,
But with a number.
“8” is the key to
The matrix of the disease.
Determinance.



Dreamscape IX

The smooth, hard ground beneath me
Is metallic grey.
I am walking blindly in the darkness.

I come upon brightly painted butterflies
That are peacefully fluttering about.

I pass amongst them.
Wherever my hands wave,
Their wings fold abruptly,
As they fall without hesitation
And their forms come to rest effortlessly
Below.

As I travel on,
Those ahead continue in like manner,
In near reverence,
While those behind again arise.



Dreamscape X

I am approaching the sanctuary.
White walls…dirt path, deep blue wooden doors and windowsills.
The alley becomes a hall, leading in irregular fashion to
The door,
Which is at the heart.

I enter, knowing that others are aware of my presence
And they will not disturb me.
They will not inquire, nor demand, nor pry.
I am here for a specific reason.

I am cloaked, head slightly unveiled.
I kneel immediately upon entering,
And hesitate.
I know the sign I am to present,
Across my chest—the sign of the cross.
I ponder even as my hands begin to tremble.

I am thinking of Him, I know His name and significance,
Yet I have some agenda to keep.
Thoughts of failed integrity unfold.
I touch my right pinky to my chest, its tip circled to thumb,
palm to my right,
three middle fingers stiffly pointing upwards.
I move through the motions—
Though I suspect
I’m delivering many messages in doing so—
Down, up left, across right…
Then two taps at the origin.

I am escorted around the corner inside.
She sits at a small table and reads script allowed.
I am her only audience, the others have their own agendas.
I read as she reads and I repeat aloud what she says,
Then I make changes, very specific, which will not be recorded.
She takes no notice.
I am done here now.
I abruptly stand as she is mid-sentence—
I leave.