Mythic-Moving

Three spirits moved toward the unconscious—
salty oceanic reserves
Movement formed waves of gradual projection
a range deserving some thought
One moves in shadows
of prosecutorial vengeance so serves
Leave me something of what felt itself
prior to that that was what

In chases forming traces of your visage
worlds jumped out of their triumphal
charring of the Ugaritic transferal
of colors ill-defined that will chase the sage

Images and words entwined seeking find
folded time and mended space conferring grace
Later, some savor one over other
Tomes chorus illusory cacophony
Three in unity multiply to one which some
do not see is four within and without
for they move in shadow sails billowing
to obscure aesthesis and inert poesis