The Hidden One

I 

holy

                                 I cannot be 
holy  
                                 with this noise  

                                 we need more 
holy  
                                 space to breathe 


II 

the labyrinth                    is the world 
hotly throbbing                  in heartbeat 
within its walls                 attention narrows 
sensitized                       to devotion 
mistrust, hurt                   betrayal, fear 
holy sensation                   in service to 
degrading                        erasing the one 
who meanders                     aching for center 
finding desire                   walking away 

the serpent                      is the labyrinth 
curling through                  warm corridors 
wherein one                      slowly devoured 
teases open                      unexpected space 
releasing                        clasped longing 

the tale of                      spiraling serpent 
longing lifting                  from the ground 
twisting like                    horns crowning 
furrowing space                  the head of the ram 
hidden one                       thrusting through  
craving                          absence 
cracking aperture                yielding light 


III 

the gods need                    in both ends 

space within us                  the screw of ecstasy 

we need space                    within the gods 


IV 

all happens together             heaven cracking open 
writhing of the labyrinth        serpent sinking to land 
two serpents at war              created and uncreated, 
beautiful and whole              knowing and unknowing 
an infinite sentence             we have begun to learn 
becoming as gods                 when we find the end 


holy 

holy 

holy  

                                    Anthony Rella  10. October 2019 

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