2017 01 08
The dead look out at the world through our eyes
and we see them as we stare in abyss
of love that drives us to fly beyond death.
Marilyn laughs as she drinks glass of wine
because candle light glitters in gold glass
reflecting visions of girls who hold hands
and dance at midnight around the warm fire.
Renaldus kneels on pillow before tent
where book by wand on table of green cloth
presents model of our cosmos as spheres
within spheres of planets and flaming stars,
then chants new hymn invoking Earendil.
Young man with curly hair and silver eyes
who wears long white robe with yellow silk sash
appears from flashing cloud of swirling mist
and twirls gold scepter with twelve glowing gems
to banish three snarling dogs with sharp teeth,
then teaches Renaldus secret of life.
Marilyn smirks at Reynolds and winks eye.
Renaldus Columbus is our ancestor
who lived over three hundred years ago
in luxuriant land of sacred Lombardia,
and studied anatomy at Milan
under that infamous wizard Vesalius,
then dissected stiff bodies of dead people
to discover secrets of how they work.
If you want to be a surgeon, my dear,
you must remember this frail shell of clay
pulses awake, in conscious memory
of pleasure that nourishes flame of love,
with fractured soul of one eternal god.
God was a great mirror of compact light
that shattered into whirling galaxies
which nourish zillions of planets with life
where each conscious creature who wakes from fear
attempts to solve the puzzle of their self.
Marilyn returns to Halloween party,
wearing long white robe with yellow silk sash,
and twirls gold scepter with twelve plastic gems
while everyone snaps selfies with their phones
and posts them on their social media sites.
I am Earendil, Messenger from Godin,
Angel of Wisdom who descends from hall
of eternal truth that blooms in our hearts.
I am Messiah commissioned by Fate
to unify all the lands of this world
where our people live in empire of peace.
When everyone cheers loud and claps their hands,
Marilyn laughs and drinks wine from cracked glass
then whispers in ear of Reynolds, I love
how you always take good care of my soul,
but I am a frail pixie of delight
doomed to die a tragic death while still young.
Reynolds gasps surprised when she grabs his face
with both hands and kisses his mouth with love,
so he carries new bride through door of change
and together solve puzzle of their self.
We are all fragments of our memories,
and the stories we tell about ourselves
are attempts to solve the puzzle of our self.