Ever Returning/Departing

I reached into the depth... But could not withdraw Excalibur from the stone. Yet I knew I was the one. Why else my 'Grail Vision' in the sun? The depths call me to reach further still. And Mary's eyes bled. Realizing for whom the tear's shed. I know not what to do. Vainity reaching to withdraw from the glue. I stare blindly in the distance a 'bust' of my former self. Passing the secret of excalibur being drawn by someone else. And passing by the oracle of Ephesus, Medusa's eyes She drew the sword stone in deep catching my contemplations of the mirror. I could loose myself in her forever. Secret Sweets. Stained Sheets. and shaking cold she wraps me in the golden fleece. Covered in snakes, I melt into the secret skin. Learning the name, I see my fathers before me distrought. And see now the blindness of the Kingdom Oedipus wrought. Sophoclese Tragedies and I am forever Oedipus. Betrayed blessin' between whorish thighs and my camarades' lies. Where is Helena these days? Gone so long, I've forgotten her ways. That's the trick-she sucks in your depth. I am Horus, my seeds sewn in the west. Innana's dead. I broke my maiden-named womb. Long ago I allocated multiversic kingdoms for Osiris' perversion tombs. And in the mysteries of deep misery. I have witnessed my seed coming of age. To lay thoughts like these out on a page. Christ, Annubis, and I planned this on a street in Greece, A.D., B.C. I can't remember which. I bare down frost-bitten from the North. And my Christ of peace bore symbols from the East. Our dog-eared down-home friend brought simpler lessons from an outdated South. And we witnessed our births spread out over time. Three wise men we were singing dark-hearted songs of a blackened Madonna we couldn't find. So we relinquished ourselves to Daddy Darkest who knew best. Redistributed seeds, we pushed ourselves to a static line beyond myth; where men like us no longer needed to exist. Sweet Virgin, Return I am old and worn thin. Now, is your time to begin; A collection of stories your heart has borne, but you lay unblemished. My daughter lay our bones to rest. Cook them in your stew. Reigns handover long overdue, but that's not the style you do. Don't worry about ole Paw. Jimmy Crack corn. May you be Princess Disarming Charming laced with meaning... And I awake sleeping... Beauty, I next to you.