Celestial Manis

Six myrams with floating expressions walked serpentine through the fold
The dripping caves of iron-ore thick sinking light of cerebral gold
There is nothing conjoined and nothing apart so very inconceivably
Living as void of the orb with all melody believing in me

Webs of puckered time re-wound and hung in holy bliss
The celebration ceases at the first lingual lash of the serpent's kiss
Lotus locked with supernal ease in the vast scattered spheres
A beckon rings from off all those things in all regardful ears

Celestial Manis!
It who is there in hibernal black nooks of all reason
Celestial Manis!
Swims without moving and shifts witbout twitching
The light of all darkness and light be it one
In the nucleus mitts of the season

Time within the hustling ear lives eternally sounding there
If within you the time askew should echo everywhere
The virtuous vessel rolls the open plains - I praise Anieva!
The fleshless fay of everyday. The unseen-architect achiever

Once constrained to quite mundane Connections of infernos
Spilt the overgrowth towards the edges of the cosmos
A whistle yearns, the sound returns to pet the whimpering timber
What was before was something yore and I just don't remember

Every tense is present tense when harkening with every sense -
The future's frothy pigments on the canvas
Orchestral cries of clapping eyes
The ground the same as wind and sky
The one appointed high Celestial Manis

(Sing! Sing! Sing! O! It's everything.)