The Ardoration of Sheridan

A barrage of feathers have floated past my cavities of vibration

tickling as they brush by

whispering a story on the wind

Oh! the news they bring - it bleeds!

And layers of a barking tree were opened up before me 

remains of a black inky sap must've spoken with the gentle feathers

because silently they too hand my eyes the living news story

And the ink and the feathers step where they've been and not been before

softly ignited in light made to fight for

made to article and be whisked in the dead of the night to every soul's porch

Oh! Light - I've vibrated at your name

and licked by my eyes

you in the same

But be it so you glow before me around me without a shadow

I bend you to never leave

But my skin confronts me different

Any photon zipping through their brothers

was chucked from a home at which it was conceived

And all though I know they are not seeds

and their rings are grown

their center does not lie 

that they lie amidst young-sized keys 

to heaven

I can listen to the feathers chirp for the ages

and drip with ink for as long as I bleed

but I might as off be walking dead around this spinning grave that I am a strange vagabond to 

I've seen and felt and tasted and smelt this light

but deep within me lashes out

with a sonic ruckus

for a way to the rolling hills of origin

that they may be among us

The vibrative illuminating and boiling oil and ascending wings

were birthed of fire!

Since amidst the lightning - I must be with the sky

and burn upward or at least try to see the morning star

because it's lightless and warmless now

My lonely me and lonely chance is to be within the flame

and dance my guts out!

and shout about!

Or gravitate sharply to my knees 

lacking a move or vibrating breeze

But through any obedient doorway threshold

the skeleton's skeleton's marrow's heart

is sewn together by yarn of love

to The Beginning - spark of true blaze

It's come to me that I was thought for - knitted together in her warm cave for - placed on an aqua rock for
COLLISION

of two rosy drums - mine and The Big One

We're meant to ram and slamma-jamma into eachother's face at such velocity

with such zealous vigor and strain

that all facets and manner appear as one and the same

It was evening and then morning

a first day

A cackling ball of helium and hydrogen

rolled up on two lovers in the hay

hallowing to fall in love again

Oh! me - that I might share thee with the navy rock

The arson of every piece I've ever wrapped my skin in

That thine own shackles were fastened to a tree

the furthest beyond the past of me

Leave the sea for a tide and spend a moon opening your eyes

The sexual depth of a satellite's groping in circles

around the core of its heavenly-body lover

of dovely luminescence existence

in a vacuum

oh 

how 

they

burn

Oh! dearest - how they blaze

With ache for the yearning

I dwell in the gaze