Against The Grain

under booming sky
sit I, antennae
hair raised

gray,
scaled cloud-bellies
split open
snake mouths hissing
thunderbolts
for the amusement of
my pen-hand

Alhazred
mad priest
stole knowledge from
Gods
to write fabled story
rebirthed in minds
throughout ages
bringing fire to
the people

Sages across Time
different vessels
poet, bard, painter
same Mind
illumed of Self
communing in secret ritual
Magic
cosmic vibration
transcribing breath of
Great Consciousness
this One’s soul open
listening
for the Crack of Doom
knocking
at the window

© Emerys Watchel, 2016 All rights reserved.

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