A Few Short Items

Incomplete thoughts, perhaps. Based partly on a dream I had, and partly Burroughs-style cut-up writing.

Well imagined gossip,
like campfire chatter,
skipping the nearby,
shouting of the distance,
wailing in the evening drear
without audience or reason

looking up in the moment,
novices turn in fright,
soon they speak of the vivid virus
low-hanging, lewd and dangerous
ignorant, Living Ignorance
King in the violet nothing,
robed in black, empty distance

night converses with night
ignoring the luminous light, just beneath the hill
somewhere, someone will be the hero
travelling, concealed in that brightness
vaporous, despised, unknown and blank

Fire within fire,
bright, safe, warm
nurturing and soft,
lulling the unwary to sleep
the Eternal City of dreams
hunter and trap, ever watchful
nameless and sightless,
but sharp-eyed and carved in mind

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the ruler of that which is made,
king in the western sky
high atop the pyramid of thrones,
far beyond the aeons
the known unknown,
that which is beyond Eleusis
Jerusalem, Rome
That which is beyond the compass of mind

temple-born empire
indwelling light
governance of will
temple of light
indwelling empire
governed by will
willed by light
temple governed
in the empire of light

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Late revenge, kissed by defeat
left to the ancient dynasty
of little-known gods, driven
through the flat places of
blank dream canvas, falling off
of the page, dripping with the
blood of the slain past, and
empty as a bottle or a pocket

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defeat, dealt in the ancient streets
obliterated tongues old when the Sea Peoples came,
the people, wailing in their houses, singing the dirge,
failing the slain, and dying among the rats
left and the city welcomed the sand
and went to sleep

in time, men came again, and wondered
who could they have been, who reared such a place?
they looked upon the carved walls, the broken floors
and guessed, imagined and calculated,
and did not know.

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Who walks the length of time knows that the beginning is the end.
it turns and turns and turns,
and only ends in that final, distant light,
Oneness with the Eternal Dream.