The Crossing

At the crossing of the Tigris I stand I peer wide eyed Blind seer, that I am Above the vast waste laid luminary I see karma of what is and what be Acheron Phlegethon and Styx converge in unison While Cerebeus the companion laps from three as if one Serpents a sickle, my soul the pillaged, that I am They plot and lurk and scheme predict Searing the tortured soul of Eros maledict Blackbird yelps in vain to scale Babel's iron wall Echoes whispered e'en to the iron gates are mauled River floats the shrill shriek of the lost dark boy Screaming in an asylum deaf, that I am But through churn and tumult and blur of waves Dance Ksudgaga and Miyura in a secret enclave At the slit of Hiddekel Pishon and Gihon they sit The silhouettes that dance in the world my opposite Red bird meets coral gate to touch pearls at the jade step They laugh at the threat of Icarus, this I dream On northosite gneiss Lamassu, the Maiden mounted enters Known only as 'brave fighter', the Mistress Splinter She meets me where cobalt rivers converge whole Holding the melody of an unspoken mate's soul Sung for one who believed he had lost his own "Descanse alma dulce, Descanse," this I feel Oh blind blind boy The prison that held me captive Was one of my own design She sets me free, though soul captures soul Free now, yes free I am