Reality Redux

Unrolled skin reveals web of red viscera,

cranium beneath, pocked and running

with ladder like ridges upon surface;

profane majesty, all that I am lies within.

Bracken snapped at limb, hung low-toward ground,

leaves point unto domes that delight in showing sights

unseemly although dreams within night shuteye might

conjure upon sleepy wanderers such phantasmal illusoria;

midnight prisoners held within bonds

not of bar nor stone, rather vision and conjecture

that you be essence of wall-art, alongside

Aurochs and long gone scrub dweller,

scratched into being and pigment filled,

given life by will of fire and rave ignited augury,

antlers don the skulls of masters at

whose ceremony we be ushered from the void.

and slipping away, we decay as light bleeds

back into eyes blinked anew, spilt tears from lids

open too long having delved into the ethereality

that exists beyond this plane.