‘Ancient Walls & A Temple of Red Light’
Angel Duhst pt I
Crack
The first appears as she looks
up over her glasses at me.
Crick
Walls erected for protection
begin to lose their footing.
Creek
Crack
Creach
A small bit of forgotten joy
oozing out of a hairline fracture
causes the dense shell to split,
Sccreeek
Craaact
First I See. Sight. Then sounds
Stone walls starting to Crumble.
Walls. Who commissioned them all?
The walls use? All forgotten.
Crash
With a silent snap more stones tumble
revealing a hidden heart. Strong but fragile.
Bang
Thud
Slam
HITTING the ground near where
I lay. Just us…then…
Then the bright-liquid
red-life, pouring out
I become I, say a vow,
in an Inn, somehow.
Here. I still lie. Lying still.
An old foundation?
Ruins of an old wall?
Covered in dust, & blood?
I look up then, only 2C-Her
looking down at me,
My heart pounds, un-vision
as an unborne unsees
There is a brilliant orange
light that blinds now me
Drop
I feel it on my face now;
warm. gentle. soothing
Its now THE FIRST DAY,
the first light, but first…
Drop
I must shake the dusty blood from my body.
This rust, no its dust and is it?
Familiar? Yes.
Why? trouble remembering how I came to be.
A small memory flashes back.
A seen Scene. I’ve Seen IT saw her
I see her see me
IT Sees
Not I
I
A
wall.
A crack,
…and then….ahhhh then again.
Warm and red
Pours liquid into me.
Eyes opened-closing airways
The orange light momentarily
overtaking my vision.
Then I look to my right
and then I see her. RED & light
The brightness blinding,
the source is good I write her.
The liquid’s redness coalesces.
A beautiful face reappears.
I smile as…
I see her smile and its much,
much too large on her face….
just a giant heart & matching grin .
She’s sewn me back up again!
For what was this wall needed then?
It strains my memory to comprehend.
And the light? A Valkyrie?
Sent down to some warrior slain?
I’ve seen no battles.
No wars of pain.
No hordes were fought
No banners flown.
Perhaps then an angel, sent
down from Clouds on Nine?
But how? I do still breathe.
Please I beg…WHAT???
I think NOT that death
has reached me yet.
I hear the squeak of rats.
I see a long iridescent snake
begin winding its-elf up a tree.
The large strong tree trunk is familiar.
It has planted strong roots.
Reaching deeper.
It has a soft bark,
small folds… no. wrinkles!
Then I becomes I.
It’s skin, blood, branch.
Roots; then before I,
is thy my Angel
Must I prepare to rise too?
Skyward? Home?
but no. She means to set me
back down. Gently.
Down from protective Trees
In high grass with the bees
Down into unknowns seas
Water washing stone
at my feet, now..
I am alone
I am no we
Again
Am
I
?
Plants rustling nearby as I write a note
a pleasant fragrance on the breeze.
Alive again?
Alone, not I.
Yes.
The walls no longer needed,
I lay down my spear and shield
And she twines around me.
Gasp
A rush of air fills my lungs.
This is Life.
Escaping? No.
Its rushing back!
She continues to wrap her arms
around me.
Then I no longer feel it.
Apoptosis?
No.
Mitosis?
Not this.
Then she is painted on my body.
Then I on hers.
We look into each others eyes
And we continue bleeding into one another.
Then she whispers,
“Walls are for prisons my dear.”
The final verse of her spell
I awake here in my bed,
in my newly formed body. I turn
to find nothing, or is it everything?…
there is? All of creation somehow
here in her, or is it in me?
I no longer can feel a difference .
Strange stones lay scattered beside me.
I do that which seems natural
and build a small temple to her.
A suitable place in which I give thanks.
Not made of stone, for stone is cold.
Nor on that ancient plain where they
might fall crumbling in ruins.
I build the small temple in my heart.
Its Eternal.
Filled with blood and red light,
Not infernal.
Warm fragrances issue forth,
A beacon.
A Call to worship
I answer with a call
as I reach out to her.
Amino
Angeliquor
Angelamine
Age of ALL
Drop
Drop
Drop
∞
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