The Whirled In Between
"The Whirled In Between"
What dreams
in the time of
not thinking
we spent aeons
in conversations
with the unbelieved
deliberating
choices towards
our liberation
traversed
contracts written
by the unseen
such wordy
reams offered, the
scrolling walls speaking
wailing towards
the rising east
by some wordy
deity Poet,
The Wordsmith
well written, well read
resounding, surrounded
by Its masters of religion,
Its ambiguous philosophy
mystifying dreamers
in their labyrinthine
kingdom of dreams
Its wordy words
multiplying dreamers immortal
like schools of fish in the sea
walking on their oceans
the yolks broken, spilling roes
of the forgotten
kept safe,
found wanting
kicking against barriers
banked in the sacred
repository of a body
blood and water
helix code locked-in
their memories
their dreams
your choice,
we are told
to redeem
what is forgotten
found in the dream
your choice,
we are told
instructions to flow
through the unnerving
torturous blood canals
the confined, in those
suffocating tunnels,
rigorously entertaining
the distant doorway,
there, at that junction
we were told, a light
would be seen;
through walls
of sacred water
flooding over us
inside
the holy cavity,
our seeded contract,
there we are -
we are
in remand,
mustered
locked-in,
we hear
the external
conversations
we listen
most keen
knocking on walls,
we want out
we want in,
we want in!!
we are marking
the time
in numbers
impatient and recalcitrant
we break the barriers,
for we are hungry
for something other
we push forward
we swim outwards
escaping
through tunnels, walls
closed-in and flexing
to the frightening
station masters outside
waiting to receive us
lovers, warriors,
murderers,
criminals and thieves
the stranger gods
are calling us outside
commanding us
to evacuate our
floating capsules
our world of dreams
they are hungry for
something other
they are waiting
pacing impatiently
frantically busy with purpose
loud and energetic
in their kingdom
The World in Between
our lusty cries
declare war, it is
no smooth arrival
engagement
with the
dream of others
slapped
again,
with the warrant
the past
delivered
to the future’s dreams
again,
we live
we breathe
in their world
in between
we are
The Redeemed
school's in
lessons begin again
for those in the sin-bin
repeating loops
on repeat
until we mercifully
sleep again
to The Returning
our choice,
we were told,
we begin
another dream,
mind-f*****
whirling in
The In Between
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
no doubt, for continued philisophical debate with The Wordsmith at time of review....and redemption.
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