Puzzled Pieces in the Pipers Paradox

Puzzled Pieces in the Pipers Paradox

Beasts in heat beat their aching breasts, Suckling like children off the nipples of mother nature, Blissful as the wandering hermit who sits alone in a damp cave beside the rising mists of a flowing waterfall, His body still as the earth beneath our feet, With eyes serenely shut as the floating gaze of those who gently sleep..... Awakened! By the bellowing voices of pounding drums, & they dance ecstatically around the crackling flames of this roaring fire, Wildly chanting in echoes the goddesses sacred name, & a priestess stands before the foggy veil of these rising fumes of smoke, Drifting..... A visionaries mask painted across her ancient face, Ingesting the sacrament to view beyond time & space, An internal lycanthropy, a mental transfiguration, atavism of a primal essence. That feral fox flying through a forest of mirrors, but slowly they dissipated into a foggy shade. Black as the waters at the bottom of a lagoon. That darkening cynicism cloaking us like nuns from that bare paradise we'd once called Eden...... & Scribbling these notes in a little black book that he'd kept close to his breast.He captured these memories through an opened lens, That doorway these strangers had left ajar, Flowing with rhythms & riddles enigmatic as this scene. Waking up in a cold sweat to realize it had all been a dream......