Lacustrine Divination - John Frum

Summon the conclave, those kindred of honor

Become the eye the mind has willed

Welcome the visceral divergence

Palliating the corporeal burden of being

Subsist amongst reverberated genesis

Reject the antrhopomorphosis of man

Sift through the doorway etched in stone

Solid through solid as blood through vein

The mountainside rages, a pulsating maelstrom

Boscage writhes and wails in unison

Given a voice, it howls its verdant cacophony

Crafting the next great extinction

A chastising wind blows fervently

An elemental lamentation echoes through time

Fear the translucent mirror

And its amorphous surface

Whose image placates the tumult

An enduring vision of tranquil innocence

Where mutated forms manipulate rationale

Not all that is alluring is welcoming

Crawl back to the womb, peer forth from its portal

The melting precipice reveals the birthplace of inspiration

Combining flesh with loam

Forging the amalgam of abstract thought

Glean knowledge of the elder

Whose flesh lay rend upon the form

Ascended aphasic augur

Coeval of nature, imputing purity

Dismisses the conclave, those of transcended mettle

An enlightened mind fades with the dying light

Drink of the blood that fuels time

Slog through this fledgling actuality

Surrender truth for existence

Memory retreats into unnavigable madness

Laying dormant until a more profound convocation