The Third Eye, Love and Her Fury
I whirled and twirled,
I turned and burned
Until the sky itself
Started to turn red around me,
And all of creation cascaded
In perfect symmetry,
Until no sound can I hear
But my own gasping death,
I could now see
Buildings rise higher
Than the holy stations,
As the Sun rises in the West,
And from the East, merchant ships come upon me,
To trade for my third eye their splendid cargo of love and fury.
I tell them that I am not he that they seek,
But they will not be swayed from their bargain
And asked again to see the celebrated third eye.
Relenting, I sighed and gestured towards the sky.