Forgotten Gods

This is why
you are visited by forgotten gods.
They travel on the winds of night
searching for an opening in your soul.
They breathe over you
a hot breeze gliding over
naked form.
They move about you. Stirring
your dreams to sensual heights.
Flutter inside you, beautiful anomaly
creating a foundation for your life
with the molten hopes that flow
in a river in Hell.
They love you, child, as a fantastic
creation that brings them infinite
amusement. The fates need not
be tempted. Your life is chronicled
by their tears.

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About Universal Shift

I am the Sonata Unusual. I coat myself with some obtuse angle too far below zero to become any warmer. I create motivation, activate schemas, moisten gardens with scents of natural honeydew. Construct this meaning, you sleepy flock. Silence your singing—despairing contortions out of tune. Shatter the brittle butterfly glass with your hideous wailing. I am born of my god’s imagination. When I die I shall meet him. For there are many things to discuss over tea…or scotch.

Posted on February 10, 2012, in Author, Fiction, Philosophy, poetry, Religion and Spirituality, Spirituality, writing and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Forgotten gods? keep your head down!!

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