Doom

Whirlpool,
reaching out in the storm,
trying to catch people before they get sucked down into the water.
Catcher in the whirlpool.

Noah and the great flood.

I am going to come on bended knee,
right here, right now.
I wrote that.

Spear penetrating the darkness—
I don’t know.
Anything?

Running on rails,
thinking in grooves.

Making a loud noise,
clanging cymbals,
signs that are empty,
sounds of silence.

Naked light?
You saw naked light?

Was Satan in Eve’s mind, projecting a talking serpent?
Or was the serpent there, and Satan made it seem to Eve like it was talking?
Is that how Satan entered the garden,
through the gate of Eve’s mind?
Somehow, authority was given to the timeless and spaceless spiritual realm
to manifest in Eve’s mind.

Are you afraid of the dark?

Scavenging for food, an opportunistic seeker.
Roving, roaming. Sniffing.
Will my aesthetic detect what it needs to,
or will it skip along, jumping over the gaps, unaware?
Running, skipping, walking—crawling. Be a creepy crawly?

Shadows on a cave wall.
Last night I heard a wail,
but it was only in my head.
It gave me quite a start!