the unwinking eye

the unwinking eye, knotted with the ancient force of druidic attraction, pursued through emptiness upon the rotating tower of Babel, alone no longer at last or at least a miracle of underdevelopment, passage via directly massaging the inner inclinations, left here pondering the awakened freedom and the infinitesimal bondage to any and all, contracting around and around the ceaseless fire greater than all devotion and denial, becoming forever and ending time, space, continuity. water grants the oceans dominion and sends away the drowning life forms unable to breathe such fluid misery. what arises from the alien depth becomes the living exiles from the breast of salty suckling. this empty generation after generation beats upon each door, calling forth the new believers and vanishing in the night. sun and moon alike depart and the faithful eyes of the dark sparkle and dance in ritual sacrifice and unabashed awe for the cosmic canvas serene in its detail and unstoppable congregation. watch not the curtains mystery, but rather test the evenings basilica and feel the harmonium of burial and brevity,  all a dirge of practiced spontaneity, all drums riding the unstoppable rhythm of time marched endlessly  through the mindless crowds seeking only communion with the dead. day filled with rain and pagan glory, the orgy of wetness and mildew beneath every foot fallen. one touches the feet beneath the sky and kisses the earth below these sandaled arches, bending down and down slow with the practiced pushing of the neck and the setting of the yoke of liberation. crow now the cock cries and all darkness flees its angry bravado and vain strutting. bringing flowers to the altar one atop the others, as another funeral vanishes from the cupola and sings with the angels choir.