allahu.cipher

Around and around the pilgrims march
In narrowing circles around the sacred cube
(Any old object will do, all of them sacred cubes)
Tunneling down from the mundane surface
The face that masks the multitudes
Teeming and restless in the hidden depths
The hujjaj spiral down, down, and down
And down, down, down, and down a seventh time
Until they’re standing eyeball to eyeball
With the Eschaton who waits breathing and seething
Biding his time and preparing his forces
For the day of the rapture — it’s coming soon
When they’ll burst forth to rebirth the earth
And make it run wild and divine once again.