Beyond This Flesh

My everlasting energy pulses along the shimmering silver cord, splicing and dicing any discount of physical limitations to their filthy human equations pushing oneself beyond into a gridlock but unlocked by spirit and soul, a careful control of the consciousness without conspiracy or contemplation, tempted by  temptations but the healing of heavenly hands touch me ever so gently like the sands of time in a sublime sequential story, living, breathing, writhing and seething,  I look in on someone from another world, feel his energy...his breath...his heart beats into mine as I slip inside and plant a seed of a simpler time that perhaps he be reminded the moments we had typing, laughing, and breathing on a dime, never enough time but was I there or never was I ever closer within watching over him like an angel in the clouds cottony shrouds a gown of diamonds like Lucy in the sky shining, shimmering, for in my darkness he was the light that made my black eyes back bright and gave me his hand in the forest he did lead me out of the blackness I'd lain in to die, was he some sort of God, a magic pauper with a sparkling plot of sod, a soil in perfect production, his voice was seduction but in a gentle manner that made me raise my banner and trust in those that were not to be trusted, lust in those that shalt be lusted, a fusion of confusion but mine eyes aren't blinded to the light that lay beyond this flesh but too far to reach, his words do teach, and never did he sour preach hesitation, frustration but instead produced a fruit of a foreign frolic that never caused colic but soothing sublimation and I knew that I could live until it was time to lay back down to die again...beyond this flesh.