Consumation

Somewhere between an authentic me and an authentic us...

Varuna flashes, fading like an almost tangible hologram.

Mythra's light and Isis' form are still at war;

The fussion cannot hold in its unstable alchemy.

A pendulum keeps breaking the sides of that hour glass;

And so, the sands of time proceed to leak out.

Between Mars and Venus it's preposterous for any world to exist

Yet the persistent moon conjures itself from a ball of impossibility,

Looting gases disguised as dust from a transcendant sun.

Star twins cluster by quantum hacking

To clothe a fanciful sufi in veridian,

Desert flowers defy the crashing of Yamu against Mot's sharp teeth,

And the tongue of Kali rolls out--

Bringing death to Death

As her lover is trampled underfoot,

While Agni is tripped by fifty rivers

And Nimrud's refectory depletes.

Soon Wrath will have nothing left

And the babe will become a god,

Ploughing the fields of the Houries;

Cultivating an unimaginable fruit

For a hearty nuptial appetite