SUMMON THE FREED
ALM 92, August 2026
POETRY
Summon the Freed
Meteor sun mode
Beckons me here
Summons me here now
Vast galaxy long road
Whirlpool so wild
Chaos of dustlanes
That calling I follow
Follow and heed
Seeking the star drifts -
Even though Hamsa exalts here
Darkness diverts
Detours the doubtful
But must yield to the K Men
Yield to the free
Waiting in Hive ships
Foreseen infinite vistas
Shining like ice
Blazing like novae
So real when we awaken
Wake and exalt
Praising the red stars
And those of the centre
Hunters of flux
Braving the storm flares
Then destiny steers us
Back to our sleep
Back to our visions
So serene layered in stasis
Dreaming machines
Hologram guided
No end - ever to journey
Knowing those eyes
Eyes that are spirals
So far, far in the darkness
Call us to them
One day we’ll reach them
One day.
Chaplet for the Coming Era
O God, incline unto my aid. The Tower
Of David’s thin pen scans the peacock sky
And writes the pixels of reality.
O Lord make haste to help me. In the sea’s
Spiked foam, its cyan beads, we read the sign:
People are quanta of the Congregation.
And the coherent prayers of congregations,
Their thirty-nine great lines, defend the Tower.
The “I”-shaped column is a salt-white sign,
Robed in the ultramarine of the sky,
That lauds all stars the colour of the sea,
Exalts their webbed text, their reality.
Sagittarius, our reality,
Blazes blue for Kalki’s congregation,
For Rosaries of opalescent seas.
Our words are bursts of thought for the Tower,
For semiotic lasers of the sky.
Recite our Chaplet of the Sacred Signs!
This is the key: a cyberspace of signs
Projects the universe. Reality
Emerges as a text, just as the sky
Inscribes the spirit of the congregation.
The site of qualia is just the Tower,
Primordial as water of the sea.
Declaim from coral-white cliffs of the sea
That the iamb of God became a sign,
Repeated five times, solely for the Tower;
That Christ’s Five Wounds are the reality
Of pointillist projected congregations,
Reflected in the southern polar sky.
And Kaus Australis’ light rewrites the sky
Just as the great Kaustubha charged the sea.
Its jewel specks flame the congregation,
And bind us like diamonds of pure signs
From 58 degrees south. Reality
Emerges from the Warrior’s Tower.
Arise, O Lord, and let the sky, your sign,
And sea, primordial reality,
Make strong this, your congregation’s word-tower.
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.
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