You, Who To The Temple Came

… For, the exact moment

You roll headfirst

Down steps steep with stony

Indifference,

Genuflecting on futility,

In cascades of your

Devotion, eyeless,

Is when the lord

Growls.

You hear him rumble

Inside you, all around you,

Somewhere deep down,

(swelling up from somewhere, but where?)

Deep down in the ice cold

Dark hallways of

Your bones, the corridors of

Your convoluted skull,

(one voice? Or a multitude? Far and near,

Echoing, clamouring),

Your lungs roar,

Your guts churn within

Your peritoneal hollow.

And then,

When you least expect,

Your solar plexus

Explodes

In a mad sunset riot of colours -

Ultraviolent, azo orange

And azure, turquoise and

Bruised Plum.

But the fireworks dissolve in a blink,

For then the only hues before

Your eyes are the layers and

Layers of teeth, of a stratified

Black and garnet-rhodonite frieze,

Carved thick with creatures

Dancing to frozen music in the flickering half-light

Licking around edges of clustering shadows.

And all the while rising high,

In curving lines,

Rippling way up to the topless crown,

Above which no birds fly,

The divine phallus towers high

Over the holiest, most secret,

Most sacred womb. The

Darkest havens buried deep

Beneath caves, are

Hidden away from fleshly gaze,

Where on beds of glittering gems,

The disembodied faces of radiant wood

Float. Black, fierce pupils in the centre of their

Glassy eyes glow, and slowly grow, and grow,

Swallowing up the whites. Step in, then,

Into the hallowed ground, into shades

Walled around corners –

You, who dare seek in the

Gathering gloom your

Eternal jewel

In the

Temple…