Dawn's Urgency

Within dawn's
urgency resides
seductive articulation's
expression into depths
individually plumbed;
nirvana's gateway.

Carnal delights
shop at twilight
for fragrant promises.

The liquid sky
bathes circumstance
with choice's
haphazard opportunity.

Palm trees wave,
silhouetted against
the night sky, and dance
a beckoning aloha
to "Lucy in the Sky
with Diamonds," singing
at 33 and a third rpm,
scratching and crackling
on an old record
player - the walls
sweat acid - while
on an island, ukuleles
strum one unending
refrain, "Everybody
must get lei'd."

Can you
navigate
the straits
of jacket?

A small,
semi-certain
centrifuge
twists up
dove-tailed
serenity,
lingering languidly
in exhaustive,
incandescently
radiant, rain clouds.

In touch's longing,
through aching
dreams and upon
flaming soul's trails
does one soar
into satori.