blessed

entwining thoughts rise out of the dank
and pretend no more
facsimiles of yourselves do nothing but frustrate

into the heavy dark, I enter
I was called and also bidden
there are craters spinning in the heavens

heavy footfalls smashing stars breaking them like china
revolving I've done my best to embrace the serenity
dragon's snare two bolts over oblivion

speaketh of lost dynasties
the dominions of the curt
come upon Steed and stead

it is of memory as I said
projecting a future that's just not there
the abyss opens out of the mouth of Indigo Inceptus

deny not your maker look into her eyes
the earnest honesty of my hearth
which is my heart

King James opened the gate
the Masonic treasure
the tongue is the gold sword
from which we are blessed