Lingering

dawn to dusk or dusk to dawn? the lies
appeal to our desire to know the world

as children know their little sums and products
solving for the hidden ecstasy within

(there always was an answer in the end!)
barely knowing how to read the question

grasped in spells that we once cast as apes
a tree was a sanctuary from the dragon

floor and ceiling were heaven and earth
til someone lied and said the earth is round

a heresy surpassing not the greatest
that heaven is a lie they used to tame us

how have they not seen that the garden wall
was keeping us not in but demons out

fractal hells embed the secret code
kindred with the gnostic explanation

that anything is ever fake at all
when we have seen the writing for a reason

vital signal halting past the shatter
of glass and mirror real reflections lie

incense floats as spirit falls as ash
yonder dust has made a superstar

hold on to the past that creeps at night
when day is furthest from the valley end

streaking meteors grant artifacts
trifling toys to put on happy shelves

guppies swim in murky water beds
cradle in the flow of mana veins

tap two to cast a body to attack
or block if that is what it takes to win

when winning only makes a lick of sense
in seeing if the core is perfect blue

the ink has made the message bleed
lascivious notions for the hidden loin