The Reading
(Impromptu Tag Topic: Sweet Delusions)

The angels drank star streams
and air champagne
and danced on siroccos
of transparency and blue.
I watched them that day
from Palladini's balcony,
as my psyche delved into places
it didn't belong.

My seeker's future was obscured
by webs and stalagmites
(seeing but not seeing)
and instead was
set upon by sticky sweet delusions.

Why she sought my foretelling
is beyond my meager scope
but perhaps soon, she too
will inhale the universe.

©2002