SPHINX STONE

SPHINX STONE I am Sphinx Stone Sun stationed statue silent sculptured synoptic not marble or granite nor black tourmaline or crystal sapphire quartz vortex for Void actualising sacred amber ambles 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 my Leo descend from helium Heavens or rise high headdress laboriously painstakingly perfect from Her tumultuous gut with dripping 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 is my singular speech to scintillating skulls of pharaohs peasant or politician alike I am Sphinx Stone my silhouette signposted in simple or significant silver sigils as serpents ascend savoury spines for Sirius’ starlit sighs Bypass not my knowing aloof yet vacant stare which agelessly gathers stories of aeons imprinting dreams of God into unmanifest luminosity becoming your words on my lithe lion bones or this ephemeral page Sphinx Stone I see sabian riddled profiles making prolific progress patterns as patina leak slow stealthy tears down tawny throats 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 soft symphonic sanctities I remain Sphinx Stone stable squared unsullied forever more ©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song2024