allahu.cipher

Felix arrives at work each day
Deep deep in the soil below
Two miles beneath the surface
They built the office long ago
The exact time is classified
Some call it Palace of Dreams
Decoders complete their work
Hidden away from unworthy minds
Where subconscious vibes arise
It’s the place where dreams begin
Bubbling up from sunken brooks
And passionate rivers of fire
Brilliant men learned to read
The patterns as they climbed
Through the soil and stone
To populate the cities of night
And meandering sunlight visions
Flags flapping in cerebral winds
They read dreams like slow clouds
The pattern emerged to great alarm
A hideous dirge dry and firm
Pulsing from magma and iron
Pacing the heartbeats up above
To execute the will of the depths
From there once sprung blossoms
Of promise and visions of wealth
Now rock and flame cried out
To fell the triumphal towers
And lay low the empire of day
A beat unrelenting and clear
Without pause or compromise
Chipping at the order of things
The elevator climbs to the surface
Where he drives home each evening
And eats dinner with the family
And chitchats about school and life
And a dozen other mundane things
And he reads them bedtime stories
And he tucks them under the covers
Then makes love to his lovely wife
She falls asleep by his side
And though he resists he succumbs
To nightly visions of unrelenting despair
The resolute speech of the earth
Like a maddening siren sound sighing
Resonating on the tongues and hands
Of women and men of the waking day:
All you’ve done will be laid bare.