A pagan elder has appeared to me

Coming through in waking dreams

Singing tunes and hymns so sweet

Sublime harmonies of locks and keys

We’ve bridged a connection 

between above and below

what was once a schism

has now been sewn 

the higher echelons 

that he calls home 

are freely available 

and,

my,

what I’ve been shown!

and of consciousness

we are but receptors 

all holding a chalice

of divine nectar 

ambrosial outpour 

within my veins 

I’d care not 

If you sunk your fangs

for there’s so much more

from where that came 

here, take it all —

dance in the rain.

How I relish

my own insignificance 

my greatest joys

and greatest sorrows

will fade to naught 

ah, the grandeur of oblivion 

empty

pointless

meaningless

is this universe 

and all that is

simply the universe’s attempt

at alleviating its own boredom?

did the universe simply decide 

that something 

instead of nothing

was a bit more entertaining?

will we awake from this one day

wipe sweat from our brow 

go to the kitchen 

and recount to our spouse 

the cinema 

of all that is 

then head to work

for it to inevitably 

be forgotten all about?

and what of 

when that life 

is said and done?

who will awake then?

tell me,

tell me the truth:

is it really turtles

all the way down?

what meaningless fractal 

In the Godspiral

Am I?

Can anyone have a proper place

in an infinite sequence?

numbers are relative 

dependent entirely

on beginnings 

but we’ve no memory

of what came before 

everything is just…

awfully strange.

but I find comfort 

in the nonsense

I am both

Reassuring hand

and tense shoulder

Both mouth whispering

“it’s just a movie, darling”

and grateful ear 

lending into

slackening nerves