Question Of It All

the question of it all was the wave after wave of verse and of song: the waters that cried all along from the salt of the waves on the beaches at night beyond palms by the palms in the night cover by fairy hands synthesized distilled fairy cover. there was a vast spitting of waters Niagara stood still at it new competitor ah! the sub-conscious so much at times its wills to play fear ah me! with fear instilled I sudden woke up from the reverie and back again dazed into the sub-conscious swam I. the dark bird was a symbol for what? And the sphere? And the cunning of night? And the goats that turned round and round on the slimy carousel? And the birds that stood still in silhouette of the dark? the whip that was used on me the fear I cried and the pain: this was not conscious sacrifice this was sub-conscious horror and pain the altar of sacrifice but not yet not the sacrifice itself. And my outstretched hands tore the masks that made fear so much in the film of Sub conscious and I saw the faces I knew: I recoiled I was shocked and the sudden trauma and shock were the bridges that ferried me over from the sub-conscious to the conscious of speech and of talk. O! how horror to feel pass Through the blood The shock and the trauma Of the sub-conscious anesthesia And the fruits and the berries Of horror And bird after dark bird Unmoving yet erect And clock after clock after clock. And the bats that flew over The bridges I saw And the bats that flew They flew to the east They flew to the west And large birds were they All dark of same shape But not size And they flew here and there In the room Where the episode took place When the episode occurred Episode and episode after Episode In the fires alight Of Sub conscious Affairs. And One clock started to strike It was there - that the point At which a Rude shaking And Shock Awake the Sub-Conscious to Conscious Transformed. Ah me! How much in the Sub-Conscious The Conscious is healed at Expense of the horror and Strangeness that rule - So many times So many times …. The notes of the bird With saurian wings Vast wings As it flapped the dark Wings As it screamed As a giant bat As the sub-conscious fires Bled and Bled… The strangeness occurred in The dream In the anesthesia ofSoul For the Soul was pinned too But not the Inner Soul That was free and the last Bastion resisting the opium Of sub-conscious, that rose In rebellion against The sub-conscious That transformed the sub-conscious Into conscious…. Into conscious… Into conscious… Of sudden and dark Or murky and slimy…