Atropa Belladonna

Drink down your dwale,
luminous ever dark eye.
Radiate in spiral aim
with light or word speak!
Touch again, breathe anew.
Startle me out my slumber,
give me a stumbling gait.
Spear my evolved self,
The watching one aware;
to bleed the dream; you.
Birth yet another world
for me, far from awareness.
Some faithful wild far,
from the infinite resign.
you or the dream of you