Pyrimid of snakes
by cat22
Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-01-14 05:24:00
with a mustache of stars
and a rainbow of weeping blood
a smoking wheel of diamond dust
we enter the ninth passageway
already the sky has grown oracles of earth lanterns
draped across the roof of hell; feet above dance
in ruff patterns of lost rhythms to venusian night
I’m in a Cairo Hotel room
my trance-medium has wisked me here in bird shape
the lilac light has already filled the antichamber
i am ready to transcribe the next chapter
through the shadow curtain of times first whisper
the voice heavy with torpor
speaks through my fingertips…
i am standing in a great room filled with heavenly aroma…my eyes open on liquid bodies filled with
black movements; that burn with intricate jewels
i see harlequin like figures with shiny white faces
like masks of mirrors stroll the dark fingers of
mazes…
( some voices are talking in strange empty symbolic dream words; like” i don’t know these
sleek faces have gone too far; yet there is an
undertone of humor)
i am riding emerald waves of silence through idolfire
i answer the riddles that appear in faceless robes
i have no memory beyond certain carved objects
of ritual import….like earthen urns with entry and
exit portals, vast sequences impose themselves
in almost musical resonance over unimaginable eons
the words have been made into forests of primeval suns…i am falling off the page…
my sleep face has turned to parchments of history
and the stele veil pulls away…
the pyrimid rises straight up before me sleek and golden; snakes coil about its base…
(far memory: cagy panthers roam from cave room
to cave room…huge claws flex like death; that
never travels to close; through the last touch of
eternity….)