Listen to the sound
Coming from the back
All the way at the end
Singular, repeated
Growing, hovering
Pulsating through the shadows
Seeping back into my mind
Shapes and hexes
Demons and ghouls
Angels and jinns
All scrummaging this plain
Cut wings,
fallen through the cracks
down onto this vivid reality
where
one can never escape
……
I seek the truth
Although
Every corner I turn
I fall victim
Drowned by the shrieking
Bullets stuck on black skin
Time refusing to move
Stretched out years
Compressed into parallels and seconds
Smiles from the shadow men
Shinning boots on red soil
stop me from going into the forest
Closed my eyes and
I find myself in the center of cathedrals
gods that don’t move my core
Full time job pretending my soul accepts
Time has moved
Frequencies hastened
Here I am
Chastened by old wrongs
…..
Caught between a square
Green slime concoctions
Crosses and serpents
Faceless without my gods
12 seasons turned to one
Ancient spirits destroyed by another man’s summation
one leading nowhere
From the beginning
Only one sound I hear
……
In a land gifted with circles
Resurrection and rebirth
My soul only seeks redemption
Freedom in the deepest dark
That forest called evil by sailor tongues
There I must go
Returning, reverting
trace back
Foot prints on sand
Snails and cowries
My lane our lane
Paved in our own tongue
comes with rich tones and melodies
Reverberating throughout the land
Of the children under the sun and moon
