ender

what is the meaning of it all, anywho?

is it part of some grand scheme, some astral plot

to make us whole again

some day far from now?

perhaps, on the contrary, there is nothing;

are we born simply to exist?

there is a crack in the eye of man

like glass, the light in the fracture

is split like the millions who came before it

never to reform

its tongue flicks at me.

out of the puddle of saliva rolls a pearl.

it dissolves.

what does it want from me?

it slithers away, back to its damp home.

i once saw the face of god in the stars

which grinned as it opened its mouth wide

and its dust cloaked the earth

and its light drummed upon the ground

In the midst of a city,

a tower stands,

its size beyond all comprehension,

and all round it,

there is a great spiral staircase,

swarmed with people all trying to reach the top,

which no one has.

The circus masters release the red beast, 

its mane flowing, great fangs bared, 

ready to take a bite out of the audience,