Power is in tearing [the] human mind to pieces and putting [it] together again in new shapes of your own choosing.”
— George Orwell
Distortions in the field
Demons, Angels, gods and men
elemental beings streaming
in and out like breaths
choose an aspect for the moment
and move on
blood roses and wine
drink the dark communion
and the light
which is more filling
fulfilling?
Equations in the offering
divide a sunset over
seven rainbows
and solve for starlight
Book pages and characters
their roles played out
on ever dissolving stages.
Movement in the corner of my eye
animals, gryphons, manticores
sad puppies fighting for the
bones of my remains
sexual ecstasy in every corner
bodies surrendering and taking
what pleasure they can
joyful universe at play
dark imaginings in sleep
and who can tell the difference?
— G A Rosenberg
Serpents’ Lair by G A Rosenberg
Trident Man Conducting by G A Rosenberg