a kingfisher shimmer as i catch the eye
of the sibyl sifting sand to scrying glass time
parched throat and the broken spear held aloft
we travelled a thousand years through kali-yuga
treading the road of bones reckoning time on the bardo's cycle
through fifty hells with not a single samaritan planted to fruit
we threw saints bones until their role into dice shifts
and the day spins round in roulette ideals til the shadow lifts
in towers grown from yggdrasil struck into the earth and fossilised
six million screams compete with hiroshima dreams
we were undone by the stripped bare soul and the naked hate
a candle of zen blown out by a question in a room of abstraction
could pollock be the fuzzy logic to the maths we require?
or do we go for goya? or giotto? fra angelico's fire?
all answers buckle in the heat of a prophet grown from the pyre
that we set to burn down the modern world back then
before the dark age's cat it's dilated pupil over knowledge
a leap through the stained glass prism into total sacrifice
draws the sword from the stone, rebuilds babel and makes walls fall
joshua leaps through double helix twist into jesus
watching john the baptist die for a twist of fate and faith
and the man who knew it all stand in the background like a wraith
with a glittering eye that says this is the truth and all a lie

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