Blasphemous Sanctum

I look around for open doors 

only encountering verbs 

Perish be the eye which sees  

only that which stands ahead of it 

Look look, but never find 

only trek beyond the line of sight 

Cranky, oozing onlookers with tentacles and odd otherness 

grasping at each moment as if it they were tangible 

Beckon out into the empty night 

Ask the moon if it can hold you 

There aren’t any rules here 

just agreed upon customs 

Right and wrong  

Good and bad 

This/that 

They/them 

Perish be the eye which sees  

only that which stands ahead of it 

Look beyond your inner sanctum 

only to forge a forgotten Truth 

A body made up of wit and unholiness 

only messier by the day 

Stretches out beyond the open door 

outward and outward more 

Fathom long body 

Hollow and whole 

Creaky and fraught 

Wiggly and weathered 

Feathered and freckled 

Lucid and leathered 

Reach out and grab the next orbiting tassel 

Let go only once you’ve reached the empty door