7/31/2019 Summons to a Judgement

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Summons to a Judgment

There was a complacency of stone,

Unsettled by a faint perturbance

In the quality of consciousness,

Reflected in the prepared pianos tone.

More and more came closer and closer

To the woods deep, dark and certain

Emptiness behind the green, infernal curtain.

Even as the dreams we dreamed were

Masked by that mystery we knew

Was not ours to answer

But never-the-less was just her

Way to keep us focused on bills come due

And credit unspent in a fractious season,

Held closer by the whirl of dancersWho had been clad in a welter

Of wild floral patterns fractal beyond reason.

This is the dance you earned.

This is the wilderness you wanted.

This is the sleep nightmare prevented.

This is the lover once embraced, now spurned,

Who held you in her arms

And called your name to a heaven

Bereft of angels and as inhuman

As your own flayed skin is after raptures charm.