the gathering
In deep non-thought I saw
a comprehensive vision
of mankind’s epicycle
seen in round completion ~
Angelic cries as hosts
among their sibling number,
siren-song self-sung
left our loving progenitor.
Shattered into millions
we came as one descent,
a pulse of full delusion,
determined and hell bent ~
Finding us marooned
in a physical fixation,
spread uniform within
~ a spirit separation.
Slowly ever slowly
there came a distillation,
a transmutation of
man’s carnal complication ~
Now at last emergent
from old millennial lies,
hatred. bile and bitterness
in ever fewer eyes.
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