Way

Crossing Sideling Hill

I fixed my thoughts

On the sidereal and recalled

Days of promise and truth

When the swelling started

I cannot recall

Or why the vision

Stopped shrinking

Room to consume

The evident thaw

By the heat of the stars

Sure thinking

In night fades

Of optimal quiet

The doors of perception

Are open

In variant slices

Of sentient convey

The ways to the others

Are chosen

Circuits of light

Like fields on fire

Desire the wrapping

Of matter

And after the glory

Infuses the holy

The former will alight

As the latter

Rain flames down

On waiting want

To burst souls

On Jacob's ladder