abyssia

keep the abyss
in the abyss
a squeaky hinge
and a drawer closes
a drawer, not a door!
just a drawer
a slot in the mind
tucked away
the cheek of a squirrel
safe-keeping
what knowledge?
what secrets?
what does it matter?
you haven't got the key
nor the oil
for the hinge
cure the squeak
lube the slot
make her ready
like a common whore
intrusion!
face fuck-
you get nothing
slimy knob
it's all wrong...
the earth herself moans
always moving
you don't much appreciate
her applause
she knows too
in her depths
church bells call
the faithful
wind chimes catch the breeze
drip drip drip
watch as the trees
tumble down