The Shadows of Prairies Sway
A poem about the flickers of a future to come
If I had true faith
I’d count infinity in your eyes
or feel the heart of matter beat
flowing mystic frequency
conjecturing what it might be
whether it was that vibration
I felt in my DMT dreams
or perhaps even 2.73 K.
‘Tis the ways of fate
that I shall never decide
if I’m just a roll of the bone die.
For the sorrowed heart that weeps