Kundalini rising: a poem

Kundalini rose up to the throat

and then gave birth to a new allegory.

As my mouth starts to water,

my eyes rolled back to the drive

to feel your energy on my tongue,

I kiss the top on your spine

and you start to breathe deep.

Can we dance together

in this astral chessboard ballroom?

Divine ourselves to a heist’s height

and we curve into each other

through space and long winters.

The tables are set

as the templar knights end the night

with a celebration.

A feast for the un-quested,

my mind melting on the radiator.

My road was clear up to the chapel,

through the underground,

I lay in mass array.

Dances in dark places,

thunder in the rain,

we sought after the graveyards

of America,

listening to the earth

you could hear the bones still shaking,

their spirits rose in the air,

and fell at my bedside.

there were witnesses in the fields,

the pyramids of the earth rising as

energy up a spine,

we sink into the ground

and prepare for the battle

worth true warriors of the metaphysical.

These pages will burn and we will be left

as black sheep in the wilderness.

Though many of us may deem the wild

to the chaos,

and I don’t blame them,

but the times still ticks by in that world too,

my fellow asylumed brethren.