You could know me and I wouldn’t care
Posted on December 9, 2008
Filed Under May I Interject? |
Your fears are calculated by the keeper of dimensions.
He fell from the stars and on the 2900th night,
he created lust.
And he sat on that golden throne with virgins and vamps alike
performing impressive miracles.
For, the people and I needed to be saved.
And when it came time to enter the grand ballroom
A masquerade party greeted us with crystal, and we toasted
to good fortune.
All sorts of beings danced and never grew ravenous
Because when the grandfather clock struck midnight
Lush identities would need to be washed out of cotton.
A plump gentleman in an overcoat motioned in the circus
And demons and scoundrels appeared from their curtains
And streamers fell from the rafters
And I stood between the keeper and the stairwell.
Every flight became a dimension that the keeper kept
as substance to his dynasty.
I ran past his virgins
And I ran past his saints
And I ran past a maid who could not speak.
The flights were the streets and the ghettos and the suburbs
They were the middle-class, the no class, the disabled and the oil tycoons
They were the bricks and the sticks and the bombs some are accustomed to hearing.
And the apex,
The dimension he kept all to himself
was built with a heavy door to lock out the demons and beings
and circus and saints
and ghettos and suburbs and classes and bombs,
and even the keeper himself.
I was Him.
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