Ablution

The Mind’s muse is now sundered,
Each splinter gone into the void,
No beginning to speak of,

No resolution in silk.
I wander down long corridors,
Black as the eye of Hades,

Red as Hitler’s bloody tongue,
Lapping Jew from Europe’s bosom.
Riding above the brambles,

In the fading graveyard’s grove,
Earth is a shroud of bony cloth,
Stroked by Luna’s barren hands.

The hole in the mesh is filled,
Childhood adventures past the gates,
Peace amongst the rutted stones.

Like drops in a spider’s web,
Memories hang from my fingers,
Traces of years long since passed.

I have melted them into
Ingots of gold in the Mind’s fire,
The neuronal crucible.

Within the conflagration,
The vestiges of sanity
Are at last abnegated.

Now drifting among eddies
Of Dali’s melted timepieces,
Time is raped, not the rapist.

I have soaked my soul in lye,
And dried it with a tasseled rug--
Such a task to get it clean!

The caustic panacea
Begins its toil of dissolve,
The bone disintegrating,

The skin is peeling away.
I am but a marble sculpture,
Which only shatters apart.

The clouds are weeping again,
Great slate nebulas in the sky,
The saffron crown concealed.

Like an ancient monolith,
In the stone cradle of Delphi,
I bide my time in silence.