the Sea
She
rise She up the haunches to the shore
and shamelessly display
the barnacles and wounds
from storms of misdirections
compassed by confusion
fused and sent to silent solace by the Muse
massive starbird best
to clumsy verge of rest
the Vessel sleeps

i've seen the Hammer of the Gods
a blatant bully of the Light
and watched the children scatter to the winds
seeding vast expanse at any cost
fair gold exchanged
the lining all across the
seam of ridges
in the deep

Branden gnos
the vision
on other sides and from above

its talons reach into her waves
and form a bedding
for the wounded whales or dolphins
all across the sand

such talons of the sandy shore
once more carress its fortunate captive
staring at Her eyes in sleep
knowing that
the vessel's dreams are but
the visions of labyrinths

and there
aside this massive form
beside the dream
... a child
with a paper cup
building yet another castle for the
coming dream of Unicorns

from Thomas's Gospel,
"He who knows the passion of the beginning; knows also the passion of the end..."


“But the Priest of the Moon could no more cross the gulf to come to us than we had been able to cross the gulf to go to him. Some device had to be found whereby we could meet half-way in the abyss of air, and that device was the art of the magical images whereby we visualized the form before the inner eye in the inner kingdoms and he projected therein the mind on mind here no man was, and heard the words where no man spoke, for the thing came across the gulf on the wings of fantasy; for fantasy is the ass that carries the ark, as they said in the ancient mysteries………………”