HER EYES

Two galactic black holes

Space-time smear

Whirling, Swirling Vortex

Time, space melting into cosmic goo

Dwelling, meaning, home – soul tossed asunder to cosmic wind

Event horizon, going under

Weight of absolute necessity – Desire

Singularity

Infinity

Eternity –

“Now man has become like one of us…”

Inanimate animates

Anima seduces

Shards of Dust awaken to dance

Down is up, small is large, dream no more – marvelous rabbit hole

Then, I reach out to touch…

The spell collapses into silence

I dance in the tears of years and dust

All that remains is a hole, a black hole, nothing escapes, this vortex mine

Epilouge:

10 years the hole remains, the pain goes under, mystic writing pad

But, sheer decision and painful truth prevail.

The enchantress wears a mask, a he or a she but really – it.

It only hungers and thirsts for soul – what it cannot be.

It devours and seeks absolute obedience – control

Lucifer smiles

Black holes creating black holes

To go under is to pass from apprentice to sorcerer

The enchantress must feed her torment with the matter of stars and planets – soul food

Her thirst is the yearning ghost for something more than raging, violent emptiness

She eternally longs what she can never have because only souls can love each other

She keeps a book of her conquests – I have seen it

Once bitten by the black widow never cured BUT

Soul is revenge

Building the humble life of a mortal with simple integrity, a hobbit’s hole

For my children:

Lies may start small but the grandiose promise of everything based on nothing will tear your soul asunder in the end. You will lose the precious holiness of your infancy in the insignificant, seemingly harmless, sacrifice of integrity – the banal lie. Do the work of integrity my angels and your soul will dwell in simplicity and happiness all the days of your life.