With dark eyes gleaming

The wind, it rattles at the

Halls and floors a distant low

Moan of times long lost yet

Ever here, their presence 

Present, their lingering allure.

Who will come through today,

This evening of beckoning to the

Waning moon upon her bed

Of distant stars, a'glint in their

Finery and finessed coldness.

Who teases and taunts his way

Into these rooms, which ill-begotten

Thought would crest the wave and

Become with this world, one with

The angelic, the demonic.

He wavers, he sways, he leers

And he falls. Thump. Onto the

Frost crusted path and looks,

Eyes ancient and newly born

Of this world amongst worlds.

He surveys that which lays before him

That world which wants to be born,

Or reborn, yet sits stuck on

Its vertiginous ascent into

Heavens it does not belong.

He looks and he springs, springs

At me, my jaw aghast at the

Grandeur and horror of being

Consumed, taken whole, and become

That which stood before me.

And through his eyes now see,

See the worlds beyond the world

In their savage multiplicity,

Uncaring of the petty ambitions

Of earth-bound mortals.

The intelligences that sweep through,

That undergird, that spiral and twine

Their way around and beyond that

Simple, linear, ignorant hubris

Of a solitary diminished pathos.

With these eyes the crystalline lattice

Upon which worlds are woven,

Now and to infinity, all here,

All now, all for and of the Creator

Who becomes within creating.

With dark eyes gleaming I scry,

I scry and comprehend that all I

Am is all that is, that worlds

Shimmer and whirl, that beings

Entrance upon the dance within.

That dark eye, that dull edged

Glint, that wisdom of witnessing

Worlds in their erotic sublime,

In their tortured divine, their 

Roar carrying the ring of ages.

Clasping at my throat as this 

Rages across me, through me, 

Writhes twitching and groaning

Then departs, into fire to the

Faint heavens, and is begone.

And so that mad spirit leaves me

Struck by the star of a knowing

Once forbidden and always known

A reality that can always become and

Yet is also always here.