At the Crossroads of Primordial Prerogative

Image by Yakir from Pixabay

Amidst the ruins of an age dome

‘tween the grossest lordship of shapes most atrocious

and the boundless no-thing pre times immemorial,

let the ghastly, dreadful bump in the day

of insidious accounts in display

rot away and be cleansed in the pyre of black flames

which underlie the nature of supposed verity.

At the crossroads,

now awaken the symbolic coiler of Abyssinian currents,

anticipating skilful will and word and concept spoken.

At the crossroads,

now blink and consolidate the vortex of sight in divine right

with the longing beating heart which has bled and wept in dire light.

Awaken, beloved, and sever the surrogate hand

of petty and presumptuous regard.

Awaken now and behold thyself with fresh insight.

~*~

Will you rise

or will you cave into

the oblivious daytime night?