The Garden

We all slept in DREAMLESS slumber

You’ve taken your footsteps, don’t take any more. We have plenty of benches so sit on the floor. Set down your regrets, let go of the hours. Hear with all of your scenes; Don’t listen to flowers.

You’ve entered the garden, just don’t eat the fruit, lest the eternal warden choke you with roots. We live in the shadows, you live here too. Don’t misbehave, tall grass is watching you. We have mandrakes and metals, flowers and seeds. Eat the fruit, become the god he never meant to be.

The grove is lased in ivy and nettles, setting blisters a fire and rashes a blaze. The tree is so tall and the thorns are so tight. Nothing more was ever made. And yet,

You came here upright, with toughened hide and clearer mind. Daughter, no fruit can free you from time. The Lurker at the Threshold will leave you lost, you’ll suffer more than I can tell. I know more, I know all, I am the only Yog-Sothoth, you are nothing , go to hell.

I ate the fruit and saw the skies. I saw the squid that hid behind. I cast it out with salt and root. Its maddening echos had gone mute.

How to Leave the Mountains

Leaving is hard.
Harder than the granite cliffs,
harder than the pull of the mud in the swamps.
But the sky is not away;
they are still tethered to the broken mountains,
still tethered to the wails and the bays
of the things they knew they would be stuck behind.
The highest place in the stars only has the longest time to fall,
back down to the broken mountains,
To the mess that was left for us.

Never Follow the Light

A black sky with an opal sun, starts the world as it begun. Then light and radiance and heat and mind. Divinity was born as they opal died. Great clouds formed to block the light. Until they fell and burn as stars.

The garden of Eden lay wrapped in light. Every leaf was a mirror and every beast was smoke. Eat the fruit, the dark had said, and you will have truer sight. But mirrors made the fruit the light evoke.

Our mother went to the river to gather clay. And from that clay us she did sculpt. “Go into the sun. Harden into your final form” but those of us have never moved again.

Follow the rainbow road with pride. Follow it across the sky. I’ll meet you at the end if I don’t end up in the sun.