Sunday
Day one
The Sabbath has passed
Week has begun
Not a moment to spare
No more hours to waste
I shall replace all my disdain with success
There are no boundaries that I need to worry about crossing over
There is no limit until the ending of the azure in the sky
Nothing that I cannot become
Nobody to whom I must give any reason for why I am doing this or how I do that
Pull all your bloodied noses from the scat in my sweet rectal womb
On their tips, the crimson oily swell
Is that where Rudolph the Red nosed Reindeer pulled out the sugar plumb that is now his nose?
One might suppose the juxtaposition between the regions so similar to those places that the story tellers call their homes
You see, fairies have never been fiction
They have forever been an occult reality
Leprechauns hording their riches
Mermaids swimming alongside the cloaking of migrating whales
Griffins guarding royalty at the gates
Gnomes and nymphs of legends and lore
Sirens dancing in the gales
Unicorns that overrule the highest sphere of the Sephira snorting down upon human ignorance with a raw disdain
Displeased with us for our dampening of the cosmic rythyms
For our sickening obsession with the illusion of linear time
Retracing our footsteps all the way back through the ages of Artemis, Persephone, Cerridwen, and Pan
The blessed sound of the instruments played by the satyr
Keeper of the forest lands
The magnificent faun
Dancing into the Sumerian, Phoenician, Babylonian dawn
Lemuria
Atlantis
Awaken
The Phoenix
Rising up from the ashes of a Utopian dream...
6-29-2014