It's true
The veil's been uncorked
Like a Bakersfield gusher
And it's all the horses can do
To neigh their way through
Prying attention
From us scryers
Molten in the light codes.
All shapes descend from clouds
Walls bend
And time collapses
While space fills up
With symbols and messages
That are only there
Because I was open enough
To Hathor and her Muses
To pen them into life.
In the beginning was the word
And now it rains down
In light language,
Truth too pure for human form
But here anyway
As the crows for once
Non-gloatingly proclaim
Here with the sleek June hides
Of rippling browns like copper pennies
As the encroaching desert coil
Rattles the windy hills
Snaked with trails
As the dragons posed as clouds
Look down to remind us
We have yet to learn who they are,
The false ones so repudiated
We almost didn't believe they could exist,
Like dinosaurs and serpent popes.
But now that our DNA has been
Handed back to us
And our heritage revealed,
Guides identified in frequency
If not in quadrant
We can look beyond the griffin in the sky
And the Bootes rhododendron
And all the thoughts of how things were
Now black
That can be laughed down the drain
With gratitude now
For they served to keep us small
And as judgement wears off
And peace is restored
As the only state
Worth crying for
The walls move, but just enough
To remind me they were never real
And the orbs dance out of the spray
Just enough
To show me I have to lead
My own way
But I am changed just the same,
As certain restrictions are lifted,
As the horse flies
On the strength of our clarity
Leave the shiny hides behind.
