[Dream Gate] [Poet Glas]


I found a spirit-trap within
A Catholic thrift-store.
The morbid museum never was so bold.
Who built this strange Enochian anomaly?
Who could know whose tread would enter in?
John Dee and Kelly danced a fateful lie.
Too long we've held the center - poets know
As futures crest upon this static shore.
Melchizedek sold incense for a lark.
Who are you to question us like Job
Questioned his Maker? Leviathan runs deep.
Be wary of thanks - the huldrufolk know the trick.

copyright 28 May 2000
by Earle B. 'Glas' Durboraw; New Orleans.

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