Halls of the Dark Muse

The All

I can feel the shape of things
the touch of fire
just around the edges
sulfuric taste
ashen residue

Ice cuts fingertips to bare bone
blood metallic
iron grinds in the ears

Creator destroys as chaos reforms
it is only a myth
that there is one truth
assurance in the infinite
for the ignorant

Wisdom is a sip of wine
which opens the eyes
when one lets go
to the truth inside

Everyone is free to find the way
to their own true path
there are no false gods
only false perceptions
of the proper way to worship

Praise be to Zeus
Praise be to Odin
Praise be to Gaia
Praise be to Osiris and Isis
Praise be to Allah
Praise be to Brighid
Praise be to Lucifer
Praise be to Brahman, Shiva, Vishnu
Praise be to Jesus
Praise be to the Orishas