runic steeple
At first the lake was tar
and misted with its fogged up liquid fingers like
black sheep wool
evil and twisted obscuring
then it blinked its way through salted sadness
covered the pool with holy ink
lashed its doubts
and crystal cleared the collagen
as the reports flooded into the mind to
clear the vision at this station
the train of time is to depart
take up the mantle of clear judgement
preach in the streets of greater art
There was no more avoidance
sometimes the prophetic is just a clear cut communication
between the lenses and the receptor
the pools (clear as crystal)
the mind refreshed again
It was the beginning of clairvoyance.
lament glade
olive oyster
cunning nacelle
timber estuary
limber prairie