Cliff physics

Dont say i give you the impression that im here
I'm not
I am understanding
And only here for intermediaries
Dark cut like sharp shoulders
On the slick suit of say a valet or an usher
To welcome you through glass revolving doors
The lobby of cascading evening gowns
And ferns and tresses
Take the fake onyx stairwell
And descend step by ponderous step
Unto the exponential garnering gloam

Blindly grope the latch
And open the old wooden door of the ancestors

Dark swails across the moon bent silver grassy places
Run in rills like lattices of thin roots
Into the unknown rivers of the subconscious fears of men
Where rising Jack phantom bones with eyeless socket faces
Leech sense and comprehending as smoke and soma
Just so the witches of obsession
Lurk tenuous as a hidden whisper
Just so to be sucked off into dense cryptic woods
And in the densest place reach down
And grasp a rock

If a random stone could talk
would its crystal lips tell me of your existence
I think not
I dont need to think because i am in unity
With the intricate fabric of existence
And you have touched me through the vast ether
Of the paranormal mind
Do i need to decode the precious message and press it to
The fringes of coherence
Is intuition not enough
Is just being not enough

When we are young we chase ideas
And indeed ideals
Like deer through that same cryptic jungle
And were a chance stone to radiate its ruby light
One would perhaps sense among perchance
The thin fingered thread of ancient gardening
Of structure spreading toward complexity
Of a creation boundary
Percolating out, defining, growing
Looping through complexity
And once that energy of redefinition is spent
Decaying back to darkness

Such are all universes in the set of universal
Each with maybe a different set of rules
Of structure, of matter, of gravities, of energies and
Abundance