The Two Way Mirror

I fly through the trees, my eyes fixed on a cup of water That drifts between Heaven & Hell, since smiling drugstores sell ice cream for cancer, until midnight captures stars reflecting The Carny's bark of deliverance, while mice sleep for centuries, as Wagons circle around junipers, parched jasmine lays forgotten until reports of muskets shake power, absent 'till gold surrenders to floating Shards of glass, speaking mystical tongues from mouths of Mustangs trampling religion that heralds Cathedrals of Angels- voices, my Grandfather promised tomorrow voices, my Grandfather promised tomorrow