the Great Lie

They carefully and impersonally raped my soul,

uttered the Great Lie, stripped my heart from its breast.

Unenlightened, instinctively playing the role cast on their star’s blueprint,

mechanically, unaware they were messengers from the profound,

they told the equivocation with such conviction as to bury Knowledge.

I sank into an aberration of sightless oblivion.

In sticky, viscous darkness I heard bloodcurdling denial in jabberwocky burble,

felt the filmy fingers of transparent veils that hide the chaos of what is not really there

behind the abomination of the masked masquerade of things manifest.

I thought I would stay forever tasting the appalling aroma

and smelling the fetid fear of the black nothingness of not knowing.

Then one morning I woke to harmonic birds’ chorus,

variegated gliding through a cloudless sun birth.

A joyous dawn rousing to dance and symphony

and in the new day’s air I sensed first light.

So I sat in stillness, to seek or escape, and felt golden warmth white-wax my soul.

A twilight journey, a tunnel travelled

and I touched Truth

as he casually strolled into the cosmos of my psyche

mocking the Great Lie, proving to me

we are forever somewhere in the timelessness of now.