Drawing on the Coleridgean form of the fragmented vision/dream. I wrote this almost automatically. Not really mainstreaming my thoughts, the words just fell into place. What Darkness it brings me to even post it. I wonder where such things come from at times. Then I have to remind myself..."Silly you, they come from you." Well without further delay:
Let us go in the Temple
And kneel down before the Alter
To pray our sins away.
For today I thought a thought
Which made the Eternal turn away
And quick a Rush fluttered my heart
Grave was that thought that I did think
Sure of myself, I with pride did wink
Foreseeing what I caused
Bringing Hell unto All
“Great fall
To Hell with it All!”
Let us go pray,
For today you have read
What I have written
Let us go into the temple,
For you have bitten
Into that forbidden.
~Moshee
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