Who Guards the Ruby Temple in the Greylands

On the frostbitten cliff, this too familiar impasse where a horned apparition

Stands guard, barring all trespassers from the Temple. With his old

Cruel blade that cleaves all thought into fractaling self-doubt. How

He longs for you to wield God's magnum impulse.

I'll sit with him before you step inside this time. He tells his tale, always the same story:

Betrayal by the hearth fire, the embarrassing end to the child chanting 'I Am".

Alone without partner. Declares vengeance on the voices in the forest.

Greenlands burn to grey. And the greylands become his prison.

So is his duty to guard the only exit, for in all the greylands there exists

One tucked away temple, entrance to the life and love untold.

To enter, you must know the countless dancers, warriors, and poets who

Without thinking, stepped past him. Know they all feared the same twisted fate.

The final approach of many. Giant ruby inside, it reflects the sunlight as images

On the temple walls: your small mother dying, homeless man crying, the ravings of

Towering Satan in his hole. Outside, a plea: "Please, please give me pity for one last Eternity".

Pay attention. Ruby pulling thy feet like a beating heart in the womb, O baby, how

She longs for you to wield God's magnum impulse!

Intelligent water introduced onto grey dreamless earth,

Primordial sex of tropical seas and cold currents.

Leave the lyres in decomposing thought, for in Atlantis

Is the great party: snare drums and bass guitar and the nude

Six armed goddess sings hot-pink/yellow fusion––

––August 6, 2020