unpleasant
reminder
yes, i
know…
you are a
seeker of ecstasies
a lover of
beatific, transporting visions
a solitary
wanderer of fragrant fields
you
worship love in the cathedral of the pines
a service
orchestrated by the genius of songbirds
a
sanctuary lighted by colors
reflected
from the robes of god
and
scented by the garden breath
of the
east wind out of eden
these
things you love to touch
becoming
one with their reality
you open
your hands
and your
palms fill with butterflies
fanning
your hot lips with their beautiful wings
or you
hold in your hand a hummingbird
knowing a
breathless epiphany
with every
flutter of its fragile heart
these
things you touch
knowing
yourself to be of their essence
your
astral fingers remember virgin eve’s every shape
as adam
learned them in eternity
see the
imprint still in the grass
where she
bore the innocent weight
of his
fall to earthly grace
oh yes,
you are a sensitive and free
child of
nature, god’s holy mirror
as you
unfold your soul and spread it on your knees
to reveal
yourself in its perfect reflection…
…yes, but
there is much
that you
choose to overlook
behold the
creature that scurries in darkness
recoil as
it streaks across your feet
its black
bristles rigid with fear
see how it
sits, quivering with dark impulse
within the
shadowed ring of its scaly, naked tail
showing
the yellow blades of its necrophagous teeth
its
gloom-piercing eyes gleaming
with a
wisdom you wish not to comprehend
behold
this night-stalking familiar
of the
dwelling place of man
as you sit
down to the feast
know that
it waits impatiently in your cellar
possessed
of an undying will
that is
the lust to satisfy its beastly hunger
can you
see through your dream’s dark dimension
the claw
marks in the dust beneath your bed
or in your
slumber hear the hissing in your walls
as you
await the dawn with your love in your arms
and your
heaving breast filled
with the
fragrance of lilacs?
dreamer,
would you be free?
it is the
rat you have yet to embrace
would you
know yourself?
it is the
rat you must yet learn to love
only then
will your mirror hold a true image
only then
will you feel the kiss of god…
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