SPHINX STONE
I am Sphinx Stone, Sun stationed statue
silent sculptured synoptic, not marble or
granite nor black tourmaline or crystal
timelines cutting cross my magnetic
magenta miracle to dissipate in dry
desert winds, my gaze unmoved
as quizzing quantum queens swirl
around a Blue Planet ascending
Sphinx Stone gathering goddess’ goodness
whilst slippery Sophi-el sprinkle sparkle
Nile evaporations down Sumerian
phantom phœnix photons
here I stare broken-nosed across vast
expansions exiting or entering dual
portal claws hot rooted into Violet Flames
of Mother Earth belying my etheric origins
Did Leo descend from helium heavens
painstakingly perfect from His tumultuous
gut with goblets of gold, goblins gyrating ?
ask you may North African secrets slither
no soiled sounds to simmer in sandy
storms or scarlet sunsets spreading
spells, silence my singular speech to
skulls of pharaohs or peasant alike
I am Sphinx Stone, my silhouette
signposted in simple or significant sigils
Saturn’s starlit sighs
bypass not my knowing aloof yet
vacant stare which agelessly gather
stories of aeons imprinting dreams of God
into unmanifest luminosity becoming your
words on lion bones or this ephemeral page
Sphinx Stone I see sabian riddled profiles making prolific progress patterns
filled with lumps of steely grit
come now release agitated ages of
bygone bitters to prickle or paddle
dimensions where appled anemones
sing my stare into song to swallow
swiftly sweetly slivers of sanctities
I remain Sphinx Stone stable unsullied
forever more
Copyright © Ghairo Daniels | Year Posted 2024
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