Blockages , Sometimes

Clogged vanes        
natures abhorrence      
and yet when one looks down the tube        
that rushing hiss takes its toll      
  Pay the man, dearie and full speed ahead
damn the consequences      

clogged arteries, tributaries        
That crimson dam bursting        
and I want to feed      
once a lunar cycle      
Hunger can be sated    that is possible      
Fly high with me, the clouds in your eyes,
those stars in your hair  
                                           a diadem of suns      
sparking brilliantly and flashing a message      

Those stars will come down and kiss thy feet        
little resonance's        major ripples      
ground asunder and made whole again        
gone is the roiling, toiling, rumbling furnace        
That heated cauldron of desire      
  
Pristine the look , chaste the thought      
Takes one to the next and then delivers the prize          
Unbounded thoughts finally free      
soaring like a bird    
  on a wing and a stick, feathers come floating onto me
and then I awake and find myself rushed        
Taken a fresh and laid bare        
and I smile
                           finally I am found