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RED SEA

RED SEA

At the mouth I lay splayed
blood trickling, slowly dripping into soft mud or red Akashic ink
             mud of my anus, ink of my sacred septum
                     white flags drenched with rain diluted red corpuscles 
sharp splinter rain kissing my life force 
                                          gasping 

A silenced Aleph commanded not
            Am I to ether evaporate into cloud 
envelopes in another war of no avail
                bony invisible fingers on thirsty 
thyroid witnessing mudskippers sliding ?
             Am I to crawl into my sea of red 
beginnings, red endings 
               sea of loveless lessons 
my babes under pebbles, rifles, arrows 
                     I know not which
non-linearity taking its toll
          covering their fragrant smiles
                 dancing shoes, paintbrushes
blue lace skirts, cinnamon cakes 
     waves of auburn hair upon blood
                         or futuristic funk fiddle floors
matrixing their tracks into filmstrips
drumbeat dances 
vinegar vignettes 
                 watched by silent staring eyes 
snaking silhouette slitherings ?

Red Sea shimmered rubied sea shells
            blood soaked bundled ropes
war cries silenced          
trial blazing tribes into sun 
               drenched desert camps
to chomp dried dates nothing more 
        oracles buried wrapped in 
striped sand scarves
swords and daggers phantomly 
endless swirling 
                         creating unrivalled tracks
reptilian scales upon skulls hard as granite
                 to itch lifetime after lifetime
                      Red Sea a detached canvas 
                     witnessing human evolution or folly



Veined muscles rippled 
long armed wavelets down Red Sea 
                                  strategically silent
sombre slow from source to mouth
          where I lay wondering what Most High
                                        would filter next
Would He absorb my doubt into a
             luminosity of His belly or watch me      
writhe on a shore
                           that would not speak 
as silent as buried babes and mud fish ? 

    Would this be another unfinished Love 
                     hacked by war 
for land that belonged somewhere in space ?
               Would wheels of Helios reach mine dissolving
 inward to fractilised Source
         desiring eyes to finger my upright pineal 
magnetising El Morya or 
                          Mother Mary or Rowena ?

Let war torn cheeks melt into this sea of blood
              connecting mud to mud
 land to land in an eternal slow movement 
                                             to Union dissolution 

Red Sea ! Claim not premature wrinkles
               neither aid misplaced tadpoles to
                           toddle through my nostrils 
Let blue veined arms reach my open palms
             before roe gestate onto my drops of blood trickling colour 
                 feeding your waters with my life


This stillness after war 
               this unspeakable peace 
                        before surrender
this brown scarred body now knows 
               that escape is only a procrastinator 
to fingering the hairline of Brahmin 
                           melting millennia maya 

Red Sea red or blue
                                craggy crafty clear
my choice of eyes spill 
           patterned questions wide on 
your shore of no avail as Tabernacle 
        gaped at nerve damaged red slashes
across my forearms bare

Can Love rescue this spiral 
                 twisting of war games
           before my papery skin become scales of    
scorpion-fish… 

Will Union merge holy lands spinning vortices 
                sacred bodies or will games continue 
                           truce after truce 
while human flesh and
       minds derail perfected plans of God 
for free wild winds of lilac lullabies across 
        waters of Judea ? 

Red Sea before war
                Red Sea after war 
    Red Sea cradling births
partings, sightings, disconnections
           bathing my thighs awaiting 

An anchor of ankles angulating
                         a moving sea of red 
awaiting blue veined arms
                     is where I live and love 
 merged Muse eternal with my own
               Sea of blood ! 
  

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