In the Place of Devotion

Disjointed murmurings whisper in my ears And fleeting images pass through and between my grid of gaze Boundaries are laid and structure takes hold As all that will come to the surface bubbbles up from seamless water's edge. The mind touch flows with inspiration And electricity surges from point to ground The murmurs become the rhythm of cog and wheel And sight gives way to mirrored vision blinded by the reflection of its Illuminated SELF