The patterns of the eyelids,

of a blanket’s insides silhouetted by light,

are the most intricate tantric visions known to me, in this now,

vestiges of sight, portals to take me to the island of my inner most mind

where crystal geysers of diamond waters wait

flowing beneath radiant currents bursting from rays of light, the unadulterated spectrum above,

and the island resolute sits, centered as a rock, the hard sought haven I’d always felt and yearned to know.

-Jerry Harris III 

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