Arcana Poem by Jay W. Allen

What fool are ye!
From zenith to nadir
Through externalized purity
Dexterity
Sealed ye gates of your own paradise
Skakti, Kali Ma, Durga Ma
Thou art pure in Thy sinistry

For those who cannot see
The Unconditioned One!
Creatrix, Matrix, Devourer!

Thee who spits out sun
From thy mouth
In endless momentum -
Kamala's menstruum

On road to immortality
We go against current
To the womb of Kali
Through the mouth of Bhairavi

To the final dawn of Chaos
How come we're still alive?
In these kingdoms of filth
When heaven's so abstract

And hell is so real...