Freedom of Fascination

Walking through the bazaar alley

through smoke of mid-day's roasts

and sting of spice

& droning of drum,

sweat of toil

He was struck by the desert imp

again, waves propagating, chiming

visions stirring before the eye

of Within;

Unfurling theatre of What-then;

a geni's carpet, reality-woven

to carry the gaze

unto her, mirror'd memory,

painting with light

shimmering representations

of the poets' own stirring

serpent of fortuitous fire:

that which falls into the infinite

plunging deeper, always deeper

into the heart,

Within descent

the interlock rising

unity of intent & vision

collide in the art, contradiction

become contrast

And the abiding vision

of symmetrical perfection

that did slay

and stir unto mockers

Did awaken and Push

the slumbering driver

as the coach near'd the cliff...

Thus was the tale of Hugo the Hypnogogic.