A Sabbath Poem

When you awaken the sabbath morn
Awaken also the child you were
When your mind was lucent magma
And plasma barely contained

Crystalline mind
Remember your fire kissing the sun
Before you learned fearing her breath
Remember casting joy on cartoon frames
Before going cold in coffee brewed with news
Remember dashing for Saint Nick's chair
Before dreams and fantasies wrongly exiled
To the unreal kingdom ruled by wraiths
When you were a saint blissfully unaware
Because you could still see a god
Within the other

Hearing relic voices
Always their clarion call
For dreading only our fears
Writes a teller of fantastical tales
Of how fear kills the mind
Whispers a queerest ancient prophet
Of ecstatic life in communion with friends
Even if death joins that meal with us
Yet fearless intercourse will spark
As we irradiate in magical light
Until our minds finally melt
All parts merged in knowing
Our living verdant cradle
Breathing her erotic flames
And loving us to forget
Ever needing shoes