Spirals and Circles
Christmas tree lights
Gathered round an old bone
Light the cave
I once called home
I walk along the narrow stalactites
In a subterranean mist
That cool quiet mist
Its presence known in the marrow of my bones
Freezing the blood that kept me warm
How long and how far I roamed
Id prefer not to know
Time has lost its relevance
Somewhere along this tunnel
Nearly everything had lost importance
And nearly everything isn’t important
But what is
Stays
My Christmas tree lights sprinkling tiny points of useless light
Across the this dead passage
This long deep passage
A red light illuminates a torn finger nail
Protruding from the rock
And more and more nails appeared
Like ivory scales of some inside out fish
All these torn nails
This hand dug tunnel
Not from shovels of questing man
But the hands of so many
Buried in the ground
How many angels had blinked?
At last my foot fell on bedrock
Outlined in the bottom
Sat the deepest well
Within it lying anything but water
Sitting in that well, that pit
Was an endless spiral
Woven of black threads so fine
So fine you couldn’t see the end
Setting down the bone lights
Discarding a now useless pack
Removing the last supper
A final dessert
Tossing aside the empty chocolate wrappers
I gaze down into the pit
As it gazes into me
As the pit gazed into me
I gazed into it
And saw all
Its creation
And part of its purpose
Releasing me from its gaze
Its purpose revealed
And its end unseen
The fabric of the spiral is black threads
An infinite number of black threads
And threads are of human hair
Plucked from a thousand corpses
Long go lost
In them u can see the bald and confused bearers
Of these woven human hairs
Woven by trembling hands
And the air is not of oxygen
But of the exhaled last breath of a thousand dead
Who once nakedly ascended this spiral
Weaving their hair strands
Into this endless pit
This turning quilt if escape
Woven for their escape
To make their portal
An escape of Hades
When the damned can fall no further
There's only one place they can go
And that is up
Towards the heavens that rejected them so long ago
These are the forgotten people who in death
Have lived a life
Of endless torment of an unloving god
And a smiling imp of conceited fancies
And smiles he does even in his fury
And now I retrace this dark journey
The echoes reaching my ears
Forcing the memories of the portal into your mind
And endless spiral of naked and plucked bald men and women
The memories of hundreds
Then thousands
Then millions and billions
Scarred and blistered
Disfigured
A sad hope watering in their eyes
A hope of true death
For once they can walk amongst the living
They could die for once and all with the living
How my mind could hold such memories
Some kind of curse
As I walk willingly into the abyss
And then I would walk this hairy spiral no more
I feel the fear that should of turned me
But I push past its elastic hold upon me
Breaking free of that fear I face the edge of the haired line
And look into the deep
Gathering breath I step back
And leapt forward into the pit
All the collected sorrows of those pit escaping persons were flung at me
Dulling away my compassion
Feeling empathy for those multitudes
Cutting into mind like a sledge hammer of a billion small knives bound as one
And soon I had lost all empathy
For no suffered equaled
The suffering of all those billions I held inside
I held one image like a paladins shield before me
The image of my wife
That one perfect being
For which all sin id give to her
And all remaining hell was kept out of my head
This one image absorbed all other good images
And that mosaic of happiness was her
Six years I fell
I landed
And the earth was a barren waste
The sky lit with an unmoving red sunset
This was a world of dying
For night could never come too once such as this
For night would be rest
Death
And most vile to this land’s nature
Peace
For all around me were barbarous fighters
Small men stretched large over pits of hot oil
And seasoning
A world of human hell
Where torment was in the power of man
No longer a lord such as Satan
No longer was horror divine
The horror was human
It was all that was left
In my six years of falling the bald men had reclaimed the earth
Freed of the hold of their tormenter Lucifer
And shunned by mortal men
Unwitnessed by god’s blind third eye
The damned walked the earth
For death was not allowed of them
They walked the earth only to satisfy a lust
To equal their sorrow in the hearts of the living
In my six years of falling the world wear beings as my wife dwelt
Had dissipated into a circle of endless dying
No longer the spiral with beginning and last finality
But a perfect circle
And that circle was a bloated red sun
Hung low in the bruised sky
And as I walked
I carried humanities legacies
Unheeded by living and unliving
I carried these thoughts before me
As I walked the endless circle
Searching for the hub of this wicked wheel
So that maybe I could stop the spinning
Eternally damned I walked on
And that wheel spun
Gathered round an old bone
Light the cave
I once called home
I walk along the narrow stalactites
In a subterranean mist
That cool quiet mist
Its presence known in the marrow of my bones
Freezing the blood that kept me warm
How long and how far I roamed
Id prefer not to know
Time has lost its relevance
Somewhere along this tunnel
Nearly everything had lost importance
And nearly everything isn’t important
But what is
Stays
My Christmas tree lights sprinkling tiny points of useless light
Across the this dead passage
This long deep passage
A red light illuminates a torn finger nail
Protruding from the rock
And more and more nails appeared
Like ivory scales of some inside out fish
All these torn nails
This hand dug tunnel
Not from shovels of questing man
But the hands of so many
Buried in the ground
How many angels had blinked?
At last my foot fell on bedrock
Outlined in the bottom
Sat the deepest well
Within it lying anything but water
Sitting in that well, that pit
Was an endless spiral
Woven of black threads so fine
So fine you couldn’t see the end
Setting down the bone lights
Discarding a now useless pack
Removing the last supper
A final dessert
Tossing aside the empty chocolate wrappers
I gaze down into the pit
As it gazes into me
As the pit gazed into me
I gazed into it
And saw all
Its creation
And part of its purpose
Releasing me from its gaze
Its purpose revealed
And its end unseen
The fabric of the spiral is black threads
An infinite number of black threads
And threads are of human hair
Plucked from a thousand corpses
Long go lost
In them u can see the bald and confused bearers
Of these woven human hairs
Woven by trembling hands
And the air is not of oxygen
But of the exhaled last breath of a thousand dead
Who once nakedly ascended this spiral
Weaving their hair strands
Into this endless pit
This turning quilt if escape
Woven for their escape
To make their portal
An escape of Hades
When the damned can fall no further
There's only one place they can go
And that is up
Towards the heavens that rejected them so long ago
These are the forgotten people who in death
Have lived a life
Of endless torment of an unloving god
And a smiling imp of conceited fancies
And smiles he does even in his fury
And now I retrace this dark journey
The echoes reaching my ears
Forcing the memories of the portal into your mind
And endless spiral of naked and plucked bald men and women
The memories of hundreds
Then thousands
Then millions and billions
Scarred and blistered
Disfigured
A sad hope watering in their eyes
A hope of true death
For once they can walk amongst the living
They could die for once and all with the living
How my mind could hold such memories
Some kind of curse
As I walk willingly into the abyss
And then I would walk this hairy spiral no more
I feel the fear that should of turned me
But I push past its elastic hold upon me
Breaking free of that fear I face the edge of the haired line
And look into the deep
Gathering breath I step back
And leapt forward into the pit
All the collected sorrows of those pit escaping persons were flung at me
Dulling away my compassion
Feeling empathy for those multitudes
Cutting into mind like a sledge hammer of a billion small knives bound as one
And soon I had lost all empathy
For no suffered equaled
The suffering of all those billions I held inside
I held one image like a paladins shield before me
The image of my wife
That one perfect being
For which all sin id give to her
And all remaining hell was kept out of my head
This one image absorbed all other good images
And that mosaic of happiness was her
Six years I fell
I landed
And the earth was a barren waste
The sky lit with an unmoving red sunset
This was a world of dying
For night could never come too once such as this
For night would be rest
Death
And most vile to this land’s nature
Peace
For all around me were barbarous fighters
Small men stretched large over pits of hot oil
And seasoning
A world of human hell
Where torment was in the power of man
No longer a lord such as Satan
No longer was horror divine
The horror was human
It was all that was left
In my six years of falling the bald men had reclaimed the earth
Freed of the hold of their tormenter Lucifer
And shunned by mortal men
Unwitnessed by god’s blind third eye
The damned walked the earth
For death was not allowed of them
They walked the earth only to satisfy a lust
To equal their sorrow in the hearts of the living
In my six years of falling the world wear beings as my wife dwelt
Had dissipated into a circle of endless dying
No longer the spiral with beginning and last finality
But a perfect circle
And that circle was a bloated red sun
Hung low in the bruised sky
And as I walked
I carried humanities legacies
Unheeded by living and unliving
I carried these thoughts before me
As I walked the endless circle
Searching for the hub of this wicked wheel
So that maybe I could stop the spinning
Eternally damned I walked on
And that wheel spun