LIGHT OWNS A KEY

Light Owns a Key

From the dark I wake!

So long in my sleep

Cold stars and the slow thaw

And the vast white lens ahead

Always still ahead.

But that means more sleep

But that means millennia of my sleep.

Light owns a key – but it’s a night-winged key

And its glow is faint:

The glow in the sky

Swanlike with its two bars

As if twin-made, Hamsa‘s own

But now Kalki’s realm

And his crown shines there

And it shines, haloing my thoughts

Light owns a key – but it’s a night-winged key!

The Fletcher’s Twelve

Towering, my will engulfs you:

Feel your wonder rise.

It is Shiva’s force that cleaves you,

Vishnu’s calm a lost guise.

I am going to shape your soul.

I am going to bend and bind.

The Fletcher’s Twelve are steel consoles,

Primed to steer and spike your mind.

Know the will that moulds your thoughts.

Lock your gaze, your eyes with mine.

Feel my pupils meld with yours:

One in will, desire’s line.

Windows dim as tains allow:

I am you and you are me!

Neither think nor wonder how.

You will not be set free.

Daniel King: I am an Australian same-sex oriented writer, with a strong interest in Hinduism (particularly pertaining to Kalki, the 10 th and final avatar of Vishnu, the Preserver, incarnating now and forever together with Shiva, the Destroyer), mysticism in general, and astronomy. As a surfer, I am also strongly influenced by marine imagery.