Puzzle Pieces

My bedroom is layered and floating in waves of patterns
We matter to the Divine
Shatter and refine
Sitting in supine
Supple position
We listen
Rehearse and recite
With all of our might
Our best shot
Broken sleep
She dances
Tears not shed
She romances
Herself the best with new chances
Evaporate the sheets
Dreams come and stay fresh
We remember vibratory moments
Oceans of thought not remembered
Feelings connected to profound sound
Be devout
About something
With a cracked jug, she gathered water
And offered quench to the earths suns and daughters
No proffer
Just offer
Turns out this jug is holy water
Sodder and restore the flame
Fire and we remember the name
Secret and ancient
We turn the page
Gather strength for these wars we wage
Sage to the masses
Whirling dervish
Lightning flashes
Who woulda thought the daughter of a pastor
Would gather enough courage
To engage the masses
Truth filled glasses
Half remembered in drunken fashion
We askin
Questions to answers from days long gone by
Truth filled glasses
Drunken masses
We gassed and flashin
As Bugatti coupes keep passin
We masked and waxin stronger in fashion
Return to our passion
This flame named desire
Repressed wetness
She sweats out demons that beget her
Day after day
We stray far but never tarry
Or in that space we might be buried
Better yet, we might be married
A celebration is at hand
We stand taller than our shadows
We are climbing Jacob's ladder
Skin made of alabaster
We faster in bare feet
Sheets of pantomimed Rain
Sane for the swiftness
We gather it with quickness
We sift and call it sifted
Perception of the dead
Steady as we travel
Work hard not to unravel
Our face has grazed the gravel
The gavel saves the day
Promenade
You offer up your thin facade
I do not accept your shadow box
Side step the truth no more
Pour out your liquid heart
Fire starter and depart
We alter hard the cause
Holy alms on our daily grind
We are signed, sealed, and delivered
Slivered bits of ice
We shiver
Withered vines
She come hither
Here we go again
Can't sleep tonite
I'm restless
Blessed as by the truth I'm vested
We administer our faith and test it
Wander onward as we go
Womb song
Tonite I know I can't go wrong
Long fingers ache to stretch out strong
And play their cosmic song
We linger
Stretched out like cosmic fingers
Tickle things we cannot name
The song remains the same
Yes
She's dressed in Sunday fabric
All the gods long to have this
Bliss of cosmic madness
Patterns of space diving squirrels