Here, the Senses Die and Are Born Anew

Pulling me every directions My limbs faileth Ghosts or demons I knoweth not But they do not cease I thought I’d have known the way The north stands clear in mine eye But here, the senses die, and are born anew And I do not remember even myself How far hath these parables brought me. How near I am to thee But a serpent follows, and springs for my neck As I crawl through the eye of the needle.. Ghosts or demons? I knoweth not Where is the line between them? Angels or gods? I knoweth not Do I see a line between them? Only Adonai.. If only I’d known the entrance was beneath my feet.. One maze leads to another Visions of God or ritual hallucinations I make my way forward again Burning bush and the 7 lamp stands The room fills with glory There is someone else here I stand and the room stretches The rocks begin to melt The darkness fills with fuzz And lightning comes about