In my mind
I force the image of—
No wait
nothing rises
just cluttered thought
gotta find
a pure flow
get subtle images
achieve erotic power
of dream
or intensity
or sensual passion
In my eye
glistens a light
of a thousand suns
or less
without consent
or actual effort
the endless attempts
at inner peace
or even rapture
denied
obstructed
by multiple injustices
still beyond my reach
still outside
my mind’s eye
unfocused retina
unable to capture
the fleeting ecstasies
of serenity
flow by
in my mind
visualizations
unheralded by gods
or governments
but never more real
nevertheless